In an alley lit only by flickering streetlights, Peter Parker stood holding his

In an alley lit only by flickering streetlights, Peter Parker stood holding his worn-out Spider-Man suit. The moon palely illuminated his face, whose expression was full of disappointment and fatigue. He sighed heavily, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before decisively striding towards a trash can standing against the wall of an abandoned building. The silvery metal of the container looked unsightly in the pale light. Peter slowly lowered his hands and, as if on weighed scales, looked at his suit. This suit represented his double life, his difficulties and sacrifices. But now he felt that he could no longer. He was exhausted from battles, losses and injustice. And the suit, it seems, also became a symbol of his fatigue. Peter slowly began to take off his suit, as if he were letting go of a part of himself. Every fastener, every seam was a reminder of his former life. Finally, he held before him a light but heavy memory of his past. He carefully folded the suit in his hands and slowly, as if in sleepy oblivion, put it in the trash can. A metallic sound deafeningly broke the silence of the alley. Peter looked at the suit for a long time, as if saying goodbye to a part of himself. But when he finally turned away from the urn, his face expressed not sorrow, but determination. He knew that the past does not remain in the past, and even without the suit, he will remain the same hero he always was.

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