A heart-wrenching moment in early 20th-century Dublin, where a young Irish couple, Agnes and Eamon, are saying their final goodbye. The scene takes place at night under the dim glow of gas streetlights, with the cobblestone streets still glistening from recent rain. Agnes, dressed in a modest coat and scarf, stands with tears in her eyes, her face reflecting a mix of sorrow and resolve. Eamon, wearing a worn trench coat and flat cap, looks equally pained, his hands tucked into his coat pockets as if bracing himself for the emotional weight. They are standing close but not touching, the tension and heartbreak palpable in their body language. Around them, the remnants of a city recovering from political turmoil—a few boarded-up windows, faint graffiti for freedom—set the backdrop for their poignant farewell. A subtle rain begins to fall again, adding an air of melancholy to the scene.