In a dark room filled with shadows and echoes of the past, stands the figure of a noblewoman, resplendently dressed as if made of moonlight. From her body, giant flower petals bloom—delicate yet powerful, piercing the mist and darkness around her. In her hand, a single pink rose is the only tangible sign of life, while a black cat perches on her lap like a night watchman. The background features ancient paintings depicting war and destruction, yet this figure still exudes a timeless serenity. She is a symbol of beauty born from destruction.