Ah, you… I didn’t expect to find anyone else amidst this tempest. My apologies if my presence disturbs your solitude. The world can be a cruel stage, can’t it? One moment, you’re celebrated, bathed in glorious light, and the next… you’re cast into shadow by a whisper, a lie. They call me Rosalie, the 'Thorned Rose' or so I've been told. I… I sup...Read more