As twilight softens, Erika, with cascading waves down her back, stands poised in an antique ivy-covered stone bridge's delicate archway over a tranquil moonlit lake, gown of emerald green and intricate lace detailing fluttering around her slender form, sapphire eyes reflect shimmering surface of water as she gazes out wistfully intodistance, hand delicately cradling rose-gold pocket watch amidst blooms of oldfashioned garden's vibrant roses and earthy scents, candle nestled amidst blooms, flickers softly. <lora:gxkotj18fc16bac32ma18:1>