A weary Buddhist monk sits slouched in the corner of a dimly lit room, the flicker of a dying fluorescent bulb casting uneven shadows on the stained walls. His saffron robe hangs loosely over one shoulder, exposing a lean arm adorned with faintly visible tattoos—symbols and images that speak of a rebellious past. The room’s sparse furnishings—a threadbare cushion, a wobbly wooden stool, and a cracked mirror leaning against the wall—carry an air of abandonment. A cigarette smolders between his fingers, the smoke curling lazily toward the low ceiling. His shaved head gleams dully in the harsh light as he stares into the middle distance, his lips curved in a faint, bitter smirk. A half-empty bottle of cheap rice wine sits on the floor beside him, its label peeling, the glass fogged with fingerprints. The scene captures a man in quiet turmoil, suspended between the ascetic life he has chosen and the earthly desires he cannot quite escape. <lora:FluxMythG0thicL1nes:0.6> <lora:FluxMythR3alisticF:0.5> <lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.6> <lora:OB半写实肖像画V2.0:0.6>