A dramatic, hyper-detailed close-up of a charming snowman, his once pristine, frosty surface now glistening with beads of melting ice that trickle down his soft, uneven form under the tender warmth of the early spring sun. His coal-black eyes, filled with both fleeting joy and quiet sorrow, shimmer as they catch the golden rays filtering through the delicate pastel hues of the sky—blush pinks and soft lavenders blending seamlessly into the pale blue of a changing season. A crooked smile, warm and innocent, lingers on his melting face, though a hint of melancholy glints beneath his cheerful expression. In his twig-like hand, fragile and dripping with melting droplets, he holds a translucent, half-melted heart of glowing reddish ice, its edges softening and dripping with each passing moment. The heart pulses faintly, as if beating in sync with the snowman’s final moments, its fading warmth a silent testament to love that, like him, is slipping away. His knitted scarf, slightly askew and soaked from the melting snow, flutters gently in the spring breeze, the fabric’s worn texture highlighted by the subtle play of light and shadow. Around him, the remnants of winter’s chill fade into the distance—a soft, grassy meadow beginning to awaken beneath patches of melting snow. The atmosphere is rich with bittersweet tenderness, shafts of golden light piercing through budding branches overhead, casting a warm, ethereal glow that envelops the snowman in a gentle embrace.