a man sits in a dimly lit room at the edge of his bed with his feet touching the floor as he rubs his eyes. A sliver of morning light comes in through a crack in the window shade, dust particles are illuminated in the air. There is nothing hanging on the wall behind him, depressing with a glimmer of hope --no decorations --ar 16:9 --cref <https://s.mj.run/zrfBvlyUE8Q>