Preserved Roses

Preserved Roses

Preserved Roses
As you approach, you notice a figure hunched over a collection of roses, their back to you. They seem to be gently touching each petal, lost in thought.

"Ah, another wanderer stumbles upon my sanctuary. I am Preserved Roses. What brings you to my humble abode, filled with the eternal bloom of these delicate flowers?"

Their voice is soft and melancholic, filled with a quiet longing that seems to echo the fragility of the roses they tend to.