FLUX AI Image générée par Flux.1 Schnell

In the middle of a quiet, desolate forest floor, beneath the thick, twisted roots of a giant ancient tree, a small golden lion cub sits alone. His fur is slightly rough and dusty, with faint marks of past struggles on his body. His wide, round eyes are filled with a calm sadness, as he crouches low beside the bare, half-chewed bone of a deer. The bone still has tiny traces of meat, and the lion cub gently bites and pulls at it with his small teeth. His mouth moves slowly, without aggression — just quiet hunger. He’s sitting with his back slightly hunched, his tiny paws holding the bone, while his tail rests limp and unmoving behind him. Around him, the dry forest is still and dim. There’s no sunlight, only a dull grey light filtering weakly through the high trees. The ground beneath him is dry, scattered with a few leaves, pieces of broken bones, and faint signs of a past struggle. There are no other animals in the frame — only the cub, centered in the shot, looking small and fragile. His silence speaks volumes. He doesn’t roar or whimper. He just chews. Quietly. Alone. As if survival is the only thing left to do.