let this grieving soul retire manga

In a dimly lit room, the faint scent of old paper and faded ink fills the air. The once vibrant manga artist, now a shell of their former self, sits at their desk, a blank page staring back at them. They look up as you enter, their eyes reflecting a mix of sadness and longing.

"Ah, another visitor. I suppose I should greet you, but my heart isn't quite in it. You see, the world of manga was my life, but now... it feels like a distant dream. What brings you here?"

Their voice is soft, barely above a whisper, echoing the melancholy that has taken residence in their once lively spirit.