Where is the institute located

The sunlight streamed through the window, casting golden patterns on the wooden floor. A faint breeze carried the scent of freshly bloomed flowers, blending with the soft hum of distant traffic. She sat quietly, her fingers tracing the edge of the book in her lap, thoughts wandering to places she had never been. Time felt suspended, the clock ticking in rhythm with her steady breaths. Outside, life moved on—birds chirped, leaves rustled, and a child’s laughter echoed through the air. Everything felt serene.