In the deep emerald haze, where the roses bleed their scent into the silence of the night.
A crimson heart forged in glass,
glowing with the fire of a dream that refuses to fade.
She drifts through a velvet storm of petals,
A shadow draped in the elegance of an impossible desire.
Time dissolves into a scarlet mist,
leaving only the heartbeat of a garden that never sleeps.
In this temple of thorns and beauty, her spirit remains untamed...
hauntingly sauvage,