The man wield the pick towards the dark and deep ground where the sun didn’t shine on.
The man’s miserable look matched the narrow and dark underground tunnel.
Like his old age, the face had no space uncovered by wrinkles and his back was crooked. The cloth he wore was a gray robe in tatters, and even more, covered with the narrow tunnel’s dust and dirt, It made his miserable looks even more shabby. And the lantern hung on his waist seems to be quite old, it was just barely lighting the man and his surrounding.