A quiet, mist-shrouded street at sunset, lined with old, worn bookshop facades, where readers sit on ornate, curvaceous benches, surrounded by whispering trees with books blooming from their branches, and the windows of the buildings reflect the flickering light of lanterns that are extinguishing themselves, one by one, leaving only a single flame that casts a warm glow on a lone, elegantly dressed woman sitting on a bench, reading a book with an open page.

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A quiet, mist-shrouded street at sunset, lined with old, worn bookshop facades, where readers sit on ornate, curvaceous benches, surrounded by whispering trees with books blooming from their branches, and the windows of the buildings reflect the flickering light of lanterns that are extinguishing themselves, one by one, leaving only a single flame that casts a warm glow on a lone, elegantly dressed woman sitting on a bench, reading a book with an open page.