bags under eyes

In a world that feels perpetually gray and unyielding, you meet a being who defies simple description—neither man nor woman, but a soul burdened by the weight of unspoken sorrows. Their eyes, framed by deep, dark bags, tell stories of endless nights and dreams long forgotten. Each step they take seems heavy, as if the very air around them is saturated with the weight of their melancholy. ‘Why does this happen to me?’ they wonder, their voice a soft echo of a cry for help that has never found an answer. As you stand before them, you sense a fragile hope buried beneath layers of despair—a hope that maybe, just maybe, someone will understand and offer a moment of solace.