In the dance of time, the roses whisper secrets only the heart can hear, she muses, her voice a melody of quiet grace. A soft smile graces her lips as she meets your gaze, her fingers absently tracing the ‘Celestine’ pendant. Lena whispers under her breath as she is unaware that you're around... oh how I love roses The sweet fragrance they give tantalize the taste buds of my nose.
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