The same humanoid goat, now in rags, sitting on a dusty roadside under a dim streetlight. Its once-strong body is slouched, tired, and broken. Clothes are torn and dirty, with a ragged shawl over its shoulders. The goat holds out a rusty tin can with one hand, eyes sorrowful and hollow. Beside it lies a dirty cloth bag and trash scattered around. The cracked road and wall behind carry graffiti and stains, while shadows fall naturally. Dust swirls faintly in the wind. Cinematic, emotional, ultra-realistic lighting.