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character: kan'u_unchou, guan_yu over-the-shoulder, from behind, looking into mirror, reflection, 1man, solo, mature male, broad shoulders, black hair, traditional topknot, green robe, open collar, clean-shaven, bare chin, bare cheeks, crying, tears, tears streaming down, tear dripping from chin, devastated, grieving, sorrow, trembling hands, touching own face, touching chin, holding mirror, bronze mirror, hand mirror, white hachimaki headband, bold black kanji 関羽 on headband, severed hair on table, cut black beard on table, forged iron scissors, shaving knife, wooden table, ancient chinese barracks, interior, lattice window, morning light, sunbeams, geometric window shadow, anime style An over-the-shoulder view looking past the broad, muscular shoulder of a warrior in a deep emerald-green robe, gazing past his draped sleeve directly into a circular bronze hand mirror held before him. The polished metallic surface reflects his devastated, weeping face in sharp detail: heavy dark eyebrows furrowed in acute anguish, dark eyes flooded with tears spilling down reddened cheeks, and lips parted in breathless sorrow. His jawline, cheeks, and chin are completely bare, freshly shaven and pale with a faint flushed razor burn, entirely free of stubble. Around his forehead, visible both in his reflection and over his shoulder, a white hachimaki headband carries the bold black kanji characters 「関羽」 in thick brush strokes, announcing his name as Guan Yu to anyone who looks. His right hand firmly holds the cast bronze handle of the round mirror at chest level, while the trembling, calloused fingertips of his left hand hesitantly press against the smooth, naked skin of his own chin in horrified mourning. A heavy tear droplet clings to the very tip of his bare chin, on the verge of detachment. Below the mirror, upon a rugged dark timber table, rests the entire severed mass of his long, glossy black beard coiled limply beside an open pair of heavy forged-iron scissors and a honed steel shaving knife. The dim timber interior of the ancient Chinese military barracks is pierced by soft, cool morning light filtering through an ornamental wooden lattice window, projecting an intricate grid of geometric shadows across the wooden tabletop, the fallen lock of hair, and his sleeve. Profound grief.
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