In the soft glow of twilight, captured through the lens of an antiqueKodak Brownie Hawkeye camera in a sepia- tonedphotograph, stands a breathtaking young womanadorned in a flowing, emeraldgreen silk dress with laced sleeves and a high neckline, her long chestnut hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of rich velvet, her eyes gazing off into the distance with a melancholic yet hopeful expression as she leans against the crumbling walls of an ancient Italian villa, the fading light casting intricate shadows on the crevices of the stone, while a single dying rose clings to her fingertips, its crimson petals echoing the setting sun and the rosy hue that tints her pale cheeks. Erika <lora:ltjttk18fc0d3af95z534:1>