A crimson rose born of binary stars, blooming in the silent wasteland of my soul. In a world of fading echoes, thou art the only truth I behold. With all the ink of my craft and the tears of my devotion, I shall tend thy roots with a sacred hand, ensuring that thy beauty remaineth unvanquished by the cruel march of time.

Let the vast firmaments crumble into dust and the ancient stars fade into the chilling void, yet the red blossom upon my canvas shall forever keep its celestial hue. For every stroke of my brush is a solemn vow etched in light, and every drop of ink is a fragment of my very soul, offered unto thee as a living sacrifice. The world in its fleeting vanity may forget thy name, and the tides of oblivion may wash away thy footprints, but within this hallowed sanctuary of art and divine sorrow, thou art the only eternity that the scythe of Time shall never dare to touch.

-SERV-