A black-and-white portrait of a sad 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 fingers are pressed gently against the cold glass. Her ring finger has a faintly glowing golden ring on it and is 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.