A lone man sits in a worn-out chair amidst the ruins of a war-torn city, his silhouette stark against the raging flames that consume a crumbling building behind him. Smoke billows into the darkened sky, casting an eerie glow over the devastation. His posture is eerily calm, a quiet resilience in the face of destruction. Scattered debris and shattered remnants of civilization surround him, telling the silent story of conflict and loss. His expression—whether grief, defiance, or numb acceptance—remains unreadable as he watches the fire dance in the wreckage of what once was.
Don't be worried, it will definitely go away...