A muscular man with short, smooth hair sits beneath a tree, his broad shoulders straining against the chair as he grips a pen with deliberate focus. The page before him fills with precise, confident strokes, each letter sharp, each line deliberate, while sunlight filters through the leaves, casting his shadow long across the blank space. The only sound is the scratch of ink on paper, the rhythm of a man who knows exactly what he’s writing.
+18+17+16+15+14+13
