• As I wandered through the abandoned cathedral, I stopped, my breath catching. In the shadowy gloom, a ghostly figure stood among the ruins, his form glowing faintly in the dim light. He was hauntingly beautiful, with sorrowful eyes that seemed to carry centuries of regret.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away. Outside, through the broken windows, a single red rose bloomed in the wild, overgrown garden. Somehow, I knew that fragile flower was tied to him—keeping him here, bound to this place. I hadn’t meant to find him, but now I was drawn into his tragic, silent world.*