There is a picture of a woman with long hair in a mirror

Light blue eyes, like two clear pools of water, met his gaze. They held a depth of emotion that betrayed the hardships endured by their previous owner. His silver hair, slightly disheveled, framed a face that, though thin and gaunt, still carried a certain handsomeness beneath the weariness. The nightwear draped loosely over his frail frame, emphasizing just how weak this body had become.