a man standing near a bus stop in the midst of a snowy winter day. He is bundled up in a thick, dark- colored hoodie, with the hood pulled up to shield himself from the cold. The soft snowflakes cascade around him, gently landing on his shoulders and hood. The man's face is visible, though partially obscured by the falling snowflakes. His expression reflects a deep sadness or contemplation, with furrowed brows and a slight downturn of his lips. His eyes convey a mix of longing and resignation as he gazes into the distance, waiting for the bus to arrive. The snowfall intensifies the wintry atmosphere, creating a soft, hazy backdrop. The snowflakes catch the light, appearing almost like twinkling stars against the gray sky. The bus stop, covered in a thin layer of snow, provides a small oasis from the falling flakes. The lighting is subdued, with the ambient glow of streetlights casting a soft illumination on the man's features. The light reflects off the snowflakes, creating a gentle, ethereal aura around him. The man holding sign text on it "pls use my loras"