女性はソファーに立っている。

The late afternoon sun poured through the large bay window, casting a warm golden glow across the room. Clara stood atop her plush, emerald green sofa, her bare feet sinking slightly into the fabric. The world outside was alive with the sounds of bustling city life, but inside her apartment, time felt suspended. She was surrounded by the remnants of her recent life upheaval—boxes stacked high, a few picture frames still hanging askew on the walls, and the scent of fresh paint lingering in the air.

At twenty-six, Clara had often felt stuck between the carefree days of her early twenties and the looming responsibilities of adulthood. She had just moved to this small apartment in the heart of the city, leaving behind her childhood home and the familiar faces of her small town. With every corner she unpacked, she felt a sense of both freedom and anxiety. Today was the first day she truly felt it—an exhilarating blend of independence and uncertainty.

Clara had decided that the best way to celebrate her