Berserk manga style image. At the entrance of a round, earthen dwelling carved into a hillside, the scene is quiet but unsettling. A rabbit sits on a rough wooden chair, reading a tattered newspaper with hands too human. Its shirt is frayed, its glasses cracked. Around the doorway, wilted flowers and twisted vines hang like veins, their color long drained. The air feels still, heavy, as if time has stopped watching. A few weathered chairs remain near the entrance, their cushions faded and damp. The ground bears a worn rug, stained with age, and small remnants of a once-peaceful life—a broken pot, a rusted lantern, a forgotten toy—whisper of comfort long gone.