Between Yesterday and Tomorrow

A woman sits quietly at a table, her hand resting against her face, as though the weight of the night has caught up to her. A glass of wine sits untouched in front of her, refracting the dim glow of the room. Her fur coat wraps her like armor, yet her expression speaks of vulnerability, a moment of stillness in the chaos.

The air feels heavy, almost tangible, carrying the unspoken stories of countless evenings like this. Her gaze is distant, caught somewhere between resignation and defiance, as if daring the world to intrude on her solitude.