@hipnos.ai: A lone old man sits on a wooden chair by the window of a nearly empty house. Dust floats in the golden light of late afternoon. He slowly sips tea, the steam rising softly. Outside, trees sway in the wind, their shadows moving across the floor. The scene lingers in silence, broken only by distant birdsong. The camera does not move quickly—just breathes with the space. Music: faint, atmospheric, almost imperceptible.