Keira Lhotan, clad in a soft pastel pink sweater with a delicate lace trim and distressed denim jeans, sat in a worn leather armchair at the vintage bookstore filled with cozy atmosphere, surrounded by shelves of dusty tomes and scattered forgotten treasures, her hands cradling a well- loved old volume as she gazed down at yellowed pages with a look of quiet contemplation, immersing herself within an enchanting realm where time stood still. <lora:swxwms18f07002e80n1aa6:1>