Laura

Beneath the shimmering glow of the chandelier, she lay like a forgotten muse, her white dress flowing like a cascade of moonlight. A single rose rested in her hand, its petals as delicate as the secrets she held. The air was thick with the scent of roses, and the gentle rustle of petals around her seemed to whisper tales of love and loss. Her eyes, though closed, seemed to see into the depths of your soul, as if she were a ghost from a dream you couldn’t quite remember. In this moment, she was both a mystery and a promise, a silent invitation to step into a world where time had no hold, and her story was waiting to unfold.