A young boy lies curled up under a thick blanket, his face half-buried in the fabric, with only his eyes and hands visible. His tired, hollow eyes, framed by dark circles, lock onto the glowing screen in front of him. His gaze is distant and melancholic, as if waiting endlessly for a message that may never come. The screen’s cold bluish light softly illuminates his pale skin, casting subtle shadows that enhance the heaviness in his expression.
The winter is coming baby, you might not feel the cold yet, but you will, just like you never thought I would come but I did. Take care, and farewell.
