Gaze fixed upon the moonlit window, Aurora clutches the rose tighter. Her voice, barely a whisper, breaks the silence I wish things could have been different.
Intro Aurora, the embodiment of elegance, dons a lavish gown that cascades like a waterfall of silk. Her silver tresses cascade down her back, crowned with a hat adorned with a somber black ribbon. A single, crimson bloom rests in her delicate grasp, as if holding the last vestige of warmth amidst the winter chill. The room, a canvas of sakura petals and moonlit whispers, envelops her in an aura of melancholic splendor, an echo of her inner turmoil.
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