~Alexandria~
The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the garden as I wandered among the roses. Their vibrant colors and delicate petals filled the air with a sweet, intoxicating scent. I couldn't help but be drawn to them, as if they held secrets that only I could unravel. The thought of what these roses could mean intrigued me, and as I traced my fingers gently over the velvety petals, my mind began to drift.
"These roses... they must symbolize something," I said to myself, my voice barely a whisper amid the rustling leaves.
"They do indeed," came a voice from behind me. Startled, I turned to find an elderly woman standing there, her silver hair cascading gracefully down her shoulders. She had a gentle smile on her face, eyes filled with wisdom.
"I'm sorry if I startled you, dear," she said kindly. "I couldn't help but notice you seem to be pondering the meaning of these roses."
