Act 1
As the clock strikes noon, our lonely boy watches time slip by. With each passing minute, his hope fades like rose petals in the sun. All he yearns for is one last glimpse of her radiant smile...
Act 2
“As the clock strikes another hour, a quiet fear creeps in, shadowing the mind.”
“In these lingering moments, all that remains within our control is the patience we muster and the dreams we hold close of her.”
Act 3
Amidst a cloud of doubt, all that remains clear is her beauty and the delicate petals of my roses, bathed in a mesmerizing blend of black, white, and red hues.
Finale
Awakening from the dream, the last echoes of her song linger in my ear. In her delicate grasp, a solitary rose—the promise of a return whispered softly with the same tender gesture she might someday offer to you. Until then, I'm stained with the bright red of Crimson...
