The stable's rough-hewn timbers cast long shadows in the dim light of the oil lamp. Dust motes danced in the air, catching the faint scent of hay and animal musk. Mary, her face pale and drawn, knelt beside the crude manger, a worn shawl draped over her shoulders. Her eyes, filled with a weariness beyond her years, gazed down at the piglet nestled in the straw. Its tiny snout twitched, and its delicate pink ears flicked as it suckled at the teat of a slumbering sow. <lora:Nativity Scene Style_epoch_10:1>
