A solitary man sits on a wooden chair in front of a cluttered desk, late at night, a dim lamp casting a circle of light on open books and sc...

A solitary man sits on a wooden chair in front of a cluttered desk, late at night, a dim lamp casting a circle of light on open books and scattered notes. His hands hold a book, but his weary eyes stare past the pages, filled with worry and unspoken questions about the future. Shadows fall across his ...