In the heart of a sunlit garden, Sxhiya stands in her delicate lavender gown, her gaze lost amidst the petals of a wilted rose that clings to her hand, as the golden light filters through the dappled foliage of an ancient oak tree, casting intricate patterns upon her face, half- shadowed and etched with sorrowful lines of heartache. <lora:yviyxj18fddf23ba5t1cb4:1>