A melancholy old wizard sits alone in a dimly lit stone chamber, the flickering light of a small fire casting long, dancing shadows on the rough walls. His weathered face is framed by a long, flowing gray beard, streaked with white, and his tattered pointed hat droops slightly to one side. The wizard gazes into the distance, his heavy-lidded eyes filled with sorrow and nostalgia, as he puffs on a wooden pipe, the smoke curling lazily upward in ethereal, glowing tendrils. His robe, once resplendent with mystical patterns, is now faded and frayed, its colors muted by time. The background hints at shelves crammed with dusty books, ancient scrolls, and forgotten magical artifacts. In the middle of the image, overlaid text in an elegant, glowing script reads: 'I Used to Get 5 Stars on GTA Just to Feel Wanted.'