<lora:Jean-Baptiste-CamilleCorotStyle:1>Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot Style, The edge of a forest at evening time, where ancient beech trees stand as dark sentinels against the fading light. A narrow path disappears into the shadows beneath the canopy, inviting yet mysterious. The last rays of the setting sun gild the uppermost branches while leaving the forest floor in deepening twilight. A woodsman with a bundle of sticks on his back hurries homeward, his figure small against the towering trees. Nearby, a fox pauses alertly at the boundary between field and forest, its russet coat catching a final gleam of sunlight. The sky above displays bands of fading amber and lavender as day surrenders to night, reflected in puddles left by recent rain.