𑁍ࠬ ࣪˖ From the ranks of the extensively fascinating creatures, I saw a rose of beauty that would never die, a vigorous zephyr trembled the buds of immortality beneath it, there was only a firm movement made. O Misstress, it is a pitch-dark rose of purity as red as blood. The husk began to open one by one, to protect her delicate ward from the storm that was too hard to bear. The seasons will never fade, where all their beauty lies, there is much deserved praise for their beauty. They are the newfangled ornaments of the world, the thorns of immortality will stand as long as they want. O Mistress where all the beauty gathers? All were shackled in the grandiose garden of illusion in a mysthical place called; 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 ꕤ𓂅
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