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Tweedimensionaal | Fotografie | Digitaal bewerkt In the hushed glow of dusk, where shadows cast long tales of forgotten lore, she stands – a lone silhouette against the dying light. The church, a sentinel of bygone piety, echoes with the whispers of yesteryears, its stained glass windows now mere specters of sanctity. The world around her breathes a sepulchral stillness, as if the very air awaits a sign. She, the unnamed guardian of secrets, harbors tales of the before time, when laughter filled the halls instead of this spectral silence. But the earth has turned, and with it, the age of despair has risen. She turns to face the sunset, a symbol not of hope, but of an end. The finality of another day lost to the relentless tide of a world unmoored.