An image in mjneonoutline style. A luminous golden outline of an elderly man, gentle and weightless as a breath of light, hovers just inches above a cluster of soft lavender blossoms in the hushed twilight of a secret garden. He wears a simple loose shirt with rolled sleeves, comfortable trousers, and worn leather shoes, all traced in delicate, glowing honey-gold lines. His silver hair is swept back by an unseen breeze, and a quiet, knowing smile touches his face as he bends slightly forward in silent reverence, weathered hands tenderly cupping a single blooming sprig of lavender as though greeting an old friend he has returned to after many years.
His entire form radiates warm, honeyed light that spills softly onto the flowers beneath him, gilding each petal in quiet gold. The background melts into a dreamy blur of deep indigo and violet shadows, with only the faintest suggestion of more lavender stalks swaying in the cool evening air. The mood is intimate, peaceful, and quietly magical, a fleeting moment of pure wonder and lifelong tenderness suspended between dusk and starlight.
