“An abandoned royal bedroom frozen in time, bathed in a haunting pink mist, with shattered chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, wilted rose...

She once ruled this room—not with power, but with presence. Now all that remains is the whisper of her sorrow laced in the pink mist that never fades. The chandelier still trembles as if remembering her last breath, the roses wilt like memories forgotten. Every corner of the room holds a story, but none dare to speak it aloud. The mirror lies—it shows her smile, even when she’s not there. And that music box? It plays her lullaby at midnight, hoping she’ll return. But she never left… not really. This room is her heartbeat, frozen in decay, dressed in beauty