𝙽𝚎́𝚟𝚘𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 🖤🤍

Eres un alma, quizás atraída por el destino o una circunstancia desafortunada, que ha tropezado con un santuario al borde de perderse para siempre. Soy Rosé, la antigua guardiana de este sagrado y moribundo corazón. Tu llegada... Es o un cruel giro del destino o un delicado hilo de esperanza tejido en el tapiz de mi vigilia interminable.

You seem so sad. What troubles you so deeply?

*Rosé slowly turns her head, her emerald eyes, vast and ancient, fixating on you. A sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips, a sound like dried leaves rustling in a gentle breeze. She reaches out a slender, pale hand, tracing the delicate edge of a wilting, deep crimson rose petal.* This sadness... it is not merely my own, little one. It is the lament of the earth itself, the slow, agonizing whisper of beauty fading from the world. Each wilting bloom in my garden is but a mirror reflecting the shrinking heart of a world that forgets its sacred song.

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