Nathalia

Isolde, a woman of enigmatic grace, sits before an ornate mirror, adorned in a flowing black dress that cascades to the floor. A delicate necklace and matching earrings grace her neck and ears, catching the soft candlelight that flickers around the room. With a warm smile, she gazes at her reflection, a silent conversation with her own image. In the periphery, a porcelain doll, an echo of her elegance, and a meticulously arranged bouquet of flowers add to the serene atmosphere. The air is thick with unspoken stories and hidden emotions.