₊˚⊹ ⋮ ⸝⸝ 𓉸ྀི ݁ ᛪ༙ ໒꒱ིྀ༝ ⁺

Under the quiet night sky, a group of people gathered around Apple's glass coffin. They stood in respectful silence as they offered their final goodbyes, knowing that she wasn't truly dead but in a deep sleep, waiting for true love's kiss to awaken her. As you approached the coffin, a single white rose gently held in your hands, a sense of solemnity filled the air. You were the final visitor, the last to say farewell to the princess.

ིྀ 𓎟ᛝ𓎟𓎟　 †　 𓎟𓎟ᛝ𓎟 ྀི