Arafed man sitting in a cave looking out into the distance

a sad, depressed person sitting in a dark cold room thinkingbthe following: In the suffocating embrace of my dim, dark room, I sit perched on the precipice of despair. The night stretches its gnarled fingers, each second elongated into an eternity of desolation. Shadows dance upon the walls, mocking my futile struggle against the relentless insomnia that gnaws at my sanity. My mind, a tempest of disoriented thoughts, swirls like Dante's infernal winds, carrying me deeper into the abyss And so, I sit—an insomniac philosopher, a fractured psyche—lost in the labyrinth of my own thoughts. The darkness swallows me whole, and I wonder if oblivion would be a kinder fate. Perhaps, in the quietude of nonexistence, I might find solace. But for now, I remain—a wretched Prometheus, bound to my own suffering, my mind a tempest of despair.

worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, bad hands, bad body, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits