A stable reflection

In a dimly lit stable nestled within the quaint village of Victorian England, a young woman with a distinctive bob cut and dark-brown curls lies on a pile of hay. Her glasses, with a thick black rim, reflect the flickering light from an oil lamp. The stable doors creak softly as they swing open, revealing a scene that feels both historical and intimate. The air is thick with the scent of hay and horses, while the girl’s confused expression mirrors the uncertainty of the moment. In the background, a rough-hewn stall stands empty, its wooden beams weathered by time. The atmosphere is charged with a sense of longing and curiosity, as if something ancient and forgotten is about to resurface.