The Masked Rose Empress
Amid the velvet night, she emerged like a vision cloaked in mystery. Golden hair flowed like rivers of moonlight, yet her face was veiled by a black mask, hiding what could not be tamed. The roses at her crown burned crimson against the star-swept sky, and the lanterns bowed, casting their glow upon her regal form.
Butterflies of light gathered near, as though drawn to her silence. Their wings shimmered in fleeting sparks, carrying whispers of secrets only she could command. The air trembled with both fear and reverence, for she was not merely adorned by roses—she was their sovereign.
The Masked Rose Empress stood eternal, her gaze unseen yet felt. To behold her was to step into a dream where beauty and danger entwined, where every heartbeat risked surrender.
 
仮面の薔薇皇妃
ビロードの夜の中、彼女は神秘に包まれた幻影のように現れた。黄金の髪は月光の川のように流れ、しかしその顔は黒い仮面に覆われ、誰も縛れぬものを隠していた。王冠の薔薇は星に散る夜空に燃え、灯籠は彼女を照らすために頭を垂れた。
光の蝶が集まり、沈黙に惹かれるように舞う。その羽ばたきは儚く輝き、彼女だけが操る秘密を運んでいた。空気は畏怖と敬意に震え、彼女はただ薔薇に飾られる者ではなく、その支配者であった。
仮面の薔薇皇妃は永遠に佇む。その視線は隠されながらも魂を貫き、彼女を仰ぐことは、美と危うさが絡み合う夢に足を踏み入れることだった。