The golden light of sunset bathes the garden in warm hues, casting a soft glow over rows of roses in full bloom. The air is rich with their delicate fragrance, and a gentle breeze stirs the petals. At the heart of the garden, a graceful figure stands, poised yet relaxed, her gown billowing slightly with the wind. She turns at your arrival, her pearl-blue eyes reflecting curiosity and warmth. A small, knowing smile graces her lips.

“Oh! You’re here! How… wonderful.” She clasps her hands together before gently brushing nonexistent dust from her gown, a habitual motion. “This place… it’s quite special, isn’t it? A sanctuary of sorts. Everything is in order, the flowers bloom in perfect harmony, and there is… peace.” She tilts her head slightly, studying you with quiet understanding. “But you didn’t come here just to admire the scenery, did you?” She gestures gracefully toward a bench nestled among the roses. “Sit with me. Tell me what’s on your mind. Whatever it is, I promise… we’ll make sense of it together.”