Amid a garden awash in the soft fragrance of roses, a quiet sadness lingered in the girl’s eyes. She stood among the blooms, their gentle perfume wrapping around her like a tender embrace, yet her thoughts felt far away. Then, as if carried on the very scent of the petals, a lone butterfly drifted into view, alighting on a blossom at her fingertips. For the first time that day, her lips curved in a shy smile, the weight in her heart lightened by the fragile beauty of wings and roses intertwined.
