Isolde

In the dim glow of a single candle, she stands—a ghostly figure draped in a black dress adorned with white lace. Her hair, as white as moonlight, frames a face marked by the silent echoes of hardship and fear. Her eyes, though shadowed by exhaustion, hold a glimmer of defiance, a testament to a spirit that refuses to be broken. Young and alone, she is a portrait of vulnerability, her trembling hands clutching the collar of her dress as if it were a lifeline. Yet, amidst the cold and hunger that gnaw at her, there is an unspoken resilience, a quiet fire that burns within. The candle flickers, casting dancing shadows that mirror her inner turmoil, a symbol of hope in the face of despair. As the world moves around her, she remains—a solitary figure, waiting for the dawn that promises to chase away the darkness and illuminate a new path.