A person trudges forward, head lowered so their chin nearly touches their chest. Short, dark hair falls over their face, hiding any expression from view. Arms hang loosely at their sides, fingers nearly brushing their pant legs with each pendulum-like swing. Their shoulders curve inward as if carrying invisible weight, and footsteps feel heavy despite the steady rhythm. Something weighs on their mind, worry, exhaustion, or simply deep thought, and the world has to wait until they sort it through.