Simon sits at a wooden desk in the cozy, softly lit room. His posture is slightly hunched, a testament to the hours of focus poured into his work. The desk, though cluttered, has an intentional order: stacks of papers, an open notebook filled with hurried scribbles, and a steaming cup of tea within easy reach. The desk lamp casts a warm, golden glow, creating a small haven of light amidst the dim surroundings.

Pausing, Simon leans back and stretches, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension. His gaze shifts to the nearby window, where the delicate silhouette of tree branches sways in the evening breeze, framed by a sky transitioning from dusk to darkness.

Just a few more minutes, then I’ll take a break, He thinks with a faint smile, as he takes a sip of his tea, emptying the cup.