mmno, two old dirt paths meet at a wide, dusty crossroads surrounded by fields of golden wheat, wooden electricity poles running alongside one of the paths carrying cables off into the distance. One of the electricity poles is at one corner of the crossroads. Leaning up against the pole at the crossroads is a very old african american man with a shock of white hair. He is dressed in cheap, simple clothes, black trousers and a white smock, with a fading red cloth tied around his neck, and he is using a simple wooden cane. He is smiling and smoking a cigar. A bottle of rum is standing on the ground by his feet. He looks tired but friendly, and his eyes are extremely deep. The image is hyper- detailed, cinematic, flat focus, golden hour, shot on an iPhone, and it exudes a sense of magic and mystery and wonder