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A woman in a red and gold gown sits in front of a bookshelf, holding a large book open to an illustrated page. — **A Lady of Letters:** A woman dressed in an ornate red and gold gown, sitting elegantly in front of a bookshelf filled with leather-bound books. The woman's dark hair is styled in loose waves, and she wears a delicate headpiece that complements her attire. Her hands are clasped together, holding a large book open to a page adorned with intricate illustrations. The background of the image showcases a stunning room with high ceilings, ornate chandeliers, and walls lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. The overall atmosphere exudes luxury and refinement, evoking a sense of a bygone era where literature and culture were highly valued.

Color Index

8 top colors in order of strength

Swatch	Color Name (hex #)
	Very Reddish Brown (#1D1111)
	Red Planet (#5A2019)
	Soho (#5A463A)
	Truffle (#BEB9AD)
	Triple Stonehenge (#665C52)
	La Bamba (#A43F48)
	Triple Drought (#A48D70)
	Rugged Lavender (#80818B)

Poem: A Lady of Letters

In the heart of a storied library, where dust dances like whispers of forgotten tales, she sits, a vision in crimson and gold. Her gown flows like a river of rubies, embroidered with the sunlight's own gilded touch, each thread a testament to craftsmanship long revered. Her eyes, twin stars alight with the fire of curiosity, trace the parchment seas of an ancient romantic epic, where heroes woo and windswept heroines sigh. The shelves around her rise like wooden sentinels, guarding the wisdom of centuries past. Each spine a portal, each title a key. The air is thick with the perfume of aged paper and leather, and the silence hums with the anticipation of stories yearning to be told. Here, elegance is an unspoken language, and she, its muse, speaks it fluently, her every gesture a lyric in the symphony of this timeless sanctuary. Her hair, dark as midnight's whisper, cascades in gentle waves, a cascade of shadow and silk that frames a face where dreams might dwell. Upon her brow rests a delicate diadem, a crown of subtlety and grace that echoes the opulence of her surroundings. The room unfolds around her, a cathedral of literature, with chandeliers like chandeliers of stars, casting their glow upon the hallowed ground of books. In this enclave of wonder, where past and present converge, she is both reader and read, her beauty and poise a poem in themselves. The world beyond fades into the periphery, as she delves into the illustrated folios, her fingertips brushing the art of yesteryears. She is the embodiment of a bygone era's elegance, a living testament to the beauty of words and the allure of the literary world.