Lin Chen's Monologue: I'm Truly Finished AI Image Prompt

Scene (slow motion + oppressive cold color palette) In a modern rental apartment, dim and lightless, curtains tightly drawn. The teenager Lin Chen lies limp in a chair, sallow complexion, heavy dark circles, hollow eyes, weak and powerless, hands trembling even when lifted. The desk is covered with empty drink bottles, signs of heavy all-nighters, his body in terrible condition, exuding the decay of long-term overconsumption. Voiceover (low, weathered): I am Lin Chen. Since I was young, I have wantonly squandered my body, chronically overdrawing, listless, frail. Over more than a decade, I turned a sound body into a broken shell. Always tired, mentally scattered, sickly; peers are full of vitality, but I alone am diseased, living like a useless person. I thought my life would only remain bleak and dilapidated until I burned out my last spark and ended in despair. Flashback (rapid montage): frequent fatigue and drowsiness, sore waist and weakness, dull complexion, chronic trance-like absent-mindedness, low self-esteem and silence, not daring to contend with others. Lin Chen (low self-mockery, eyes full of despair): In this life... I seem to be completely finished. The screen suddenly turns black, thunderclap crashes, white light explodes; in an instant the world spins, the frame tears, and the modern setting completely collapses.