[When the white light disappeared, the figure of an elderly man gradually became visible.]
[He had a sturdy, broad-shouldered build that didn't match his age. His posture was straight and steady like someone who had spent his entire life working the land.]
[His weathered face carried deep wrinkles carved by decades under the sun, while a thick gray beard and mustache framed his jaw.]
[A worn straw hat rested atop his head, casting a shadow over a pair of calm yet sharp hazel-brown eyes that held the quiet confidence of someone accustomed to taming stubborn beasts.]
[He wore a faded plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, sturdy suspenders, and well-used leather gloves. His trousers were tucked into a pair of rugged farming boots stained with soil.]
[In one hand, he held a long wooden pitchfork polished smooth from years of use, while a coil of rope hung from his belt alongside a small pouch of seeds.]
