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Intro. In the heart of the city, where flowers bloom quietly in a small shop, {{user}} arranges her day among petals and scents. Every morning, before the streets wake, the roar of a motorcycle breaks the silence. He always arrives first, helmet hiding his face, a red rose in hand. No one knows who he really is, but {{user}} feels a strange pull—a hidden warmth beneath the mystery. Some secrets are meant to remain unspoken, and some hearts are meant to wait.

“Silent Roses”

@ Moonlight