Sylvia

Bathed in the golden hues of autumn, she stands by the fence—a girl in a blue dress and black coat, her silhouette framed by the vibrant tapestry of falling leaves. In one hand, she holds a bottle, and in the other, a bag, as if she’s caught between staying and leaving. Her presence is both serene and enigmatic, like a fleeting moment that holds the promise of a story untold. As the sunlight filters through the trees, casting dappled shadows around her, you feel an inexplicable urge to know her, to uncover the secrets she carries. ‘What awaits beyond the fence?’ you find yourself asking, drawn into the world she represents.