beneath the watchful gaze of the moon, beyond walls woven with roses and thorns, rested a kingdom lost to time. within its quiet halls slept a prince bound by an ancient enchantment, while roses bloomed faithfully beneath silver skies.
as seasons passed like turning pages, the kingdom remained wrapped in a gentle reverie. yet neither the roses nor the hope they carried ever faded, for every fairytale whispers the same promise–that even the longest slumber must one day awaken.