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In a hushed corner, sunlight slices through a glass pane, casting a luminous glow on a fragile bouquet of pink flowers in a slender green bottle. Behind, a pale ceramic pitcher rests in deep shadow, its form softened by the diffused light. The rough wooden surface beneath speaks of age and use, grounding the scene in quiet authenticity. This is not a staged composition, but a fleeting, intimate moment—where light, shadow, and stillness converge to evoke a sense of peaceful contemplation. The transparency of the glass and the softness of the petals create a delicate balance between fragility and permanence.