A forlorn, graying dog, with wispy fur and a tilted head, sits atop a precariously stacked pile of worn, leather-bound books, their faded co...

A forlorn, graying dog, with wispy fur and a tilted head, sits atop a precariously stacked pile of worn, leather-bound books, their faded covers bearing the remnants of once-vibrant hues, now muted and dusty, evoking a sense of forgotten wisdom. The dog's piercing brown eyes, with a hint of melancholy, ...