"The attic is illuminated by the soft glow of early morning light streaming through a broken window. Ashes are scattered across the wooden floor, with faint smoke trails rising into the air. The young woman, dressed in a tattered royal blue outfit, sits against the wall, her face streaked with tears and exhaustion, clutching a singed fragment of the destroyed painting. Nearby, the ghostly child begins to fade into glowing light, a peaceful expression on their face. Outside the attic window, the forest looks calm but retains an air of quiet unease, with subtle shadowy shapes lurking in the distance. The atmosphere is bittersweet, with a sense of relief but lingering dread, blending soft, hopeful tones with eerie undertones."