🧓💨 An old man sits quietly on a worn wooden chair, the weight of years resting gracefully on his shoulders. A lit cigar rests between his ...

🧓💨 An old man sits quietly on a worn wooden chair, the weight of years resting gracefully on his shoulders. A lit cigar rests between his fingers, its smoke curling into the air like whispers of a thousand stories untold. The golden hour light casts a soft glow on his weathered face — a face carved ...