Prompt: A man, his back turned to us, flees the ravages of war, his worn attire bearing witness to the turmoil he leaves behind. Desperation etched in his movements, he sprints towards the silent solace of a waiting boat on the shore. In the simplicity of his fleeing figure, we glimpse the raw reality of escape from conflict, a silent narrative told through the urgency in his stride and the weary fabric of his clothing.