A black- and- white portrait of a woman leaning against a frosted, rain- streaked window, the blurred city lights outside barely visible through the condensation. The window’s soft glow barely illuminates her from the side, casting deep, uneven shadows across her cheekbones and lips, the contours of her face barely emerging from the surrounding darkness. Her hand, pressed gently against the cold glass, has a single, faintly glowing golden ring, the only color in the image—a quiet relic of something lost. Strands of her hair cling to her damp skin, as if she has been standing here for too long, caught between wanting to leave and not knowing where to go
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