Victorian painting. Portrait. An attractive young woman with long flowing blonde hair sits in a field of lavender, reading a book. Sunlight ...

She reads as one listens to an ancient secret. Every word seems to slip quietly into her, like light on her lavender dress. The garden isn’t mere setting — it’s a sanctuary: the lavender breathes with her. You sense a chosen solitude, a full silence. She is peaceful elegance, the victorious calm of one who needs no gaze to fully exist. Her dress tells of an era, but her eyes speak of timelessness. We’d love to know the page she reads, but we know it’s pointless — this book is hers alone. She stands there, untouched, like a slow truth brushed by the eyes.