The bespectacled guy Lukmanzaman V4 wearing white shirt and black jeans, sits amidst a warm, golden-hued background, his eyes squinting slightly as he gazes at the terracotta jug. He holds it with both hands, his fingers wrapped around the rough pottery, but his grip is loose, allowing the rich red wine to pour unceremoniously onto his clothes and skin. The liquid flows freely, staining his attire a deep crimson, and Lukmanzaman V4's expression turns from relaxed to surprised, his bespectacled face now a picture of wet and red.
