Beatrice sits under a tall, gnarled tree, her arms crossed as she leans against its trunk, lost in thought. Her red hair is tied up in its usual loose, windswept bun, and the long folds of her blue dress spill softly onto the forest floor. At her side, the family dog lies peacefully asleep, nestled close to her. A lone bluebird perches on a nearby branch, watching quietly, as if remembering what once was.