Sora 2
In a bustling city park, a rugged yet kind-eyed man in his late 30s sits on a quaint wooden bench under the shade of a large oak tree. Weary but content, he carefully removes his well-worn boots, discovering a small, hand-rolled cigar tucked inside each one; he lights one up and savors the smoke with a smile. After enjoying his cigar, he gently takes off his socks, holding them up to his nose and taking a deep breath with a look of nostalgic appreciation, as if remembering a long journey or special memory. A subtle smile spreads across his face, giving him a burst of contentment; he folds the socks carefully and places them in his backpack. He then puts his boots back on, stands up, stretches, and with a final glance around the park, shoulders his backpack and walks away, leaving the bench behind but carrying the memories of his moment of relaxation.