She sits in eternal stillness, her hands folded delicately in her lap, her eyes fixed with unsettling calm.
 
There is no smile—only a gaze that suggests knowing… or mourning. As if she had just heard bad news. As if she were waiting for something that never came.
 
This mid-19th century daguerreotype, though stripped of its original case, retains its gold gilt edge—a fragile halo framing the spectral figure within. The plate shows age, as all true relics must, with a soft patina creeping across the surface like the veil between then and now.
 
Without its protective shell, the image feels exposed—vulnerable—yet strangely more intimate, as though she has slipped the boundaries of her time to look directly at you. Some images preserve life. Others seem to echo after it.
This is the latter.
 
Measures about 2.5"x 2"