However, the reassurance offered by the photograph was bittersweet, for with every replayed frame, the stark reality of her predicament became more apparent. The looped repetition solidified the haunting realisation that she was undeniably trapped in a time that did not belong to her—an era that was foreign, unforgiving, and devoid of the life she had once known. The weight of this understanding descended upon Claire like an oppressive shroud. Panic gripped her heart, constricting her chest with an icy grip. A chilling sense of isolation settled over her, as if the very fabric of time conspired against her, conspiring to keep her marooned in an unfamiliar world.