C0URTN3Y, In a moody, ethereal scene set in an antique French apothecary, a beautiful young woman with raven hair cascading down her shoulders, clad in a vintage white collared shirt adorned with delicate lace, and a striking pink shirt layered beneath, sits introspectively on an ornate gilt chair. The bowl resting on the table before her, filled with dried roses and delicate sprigs of lavender, catches the soft, golden light filtering in from the stained glass window behind her. Her gaze is lost in thought as she absentmindedly twirls a lock of hair between her fingers, the warm hues of the setting sun casting a radiant glow upon her porcelain skin, evoking an air of quiet contemplation and longing