　
A lone figure, ((perfectly centered)), stands amidst a breathtaking maelstrom of colossal, luminescent, crystalline roses, their petals radiating a breathtaking crimson light, a swirling vortex of scarlet and carmine cascading from the heavens to the ground around her. Each bloom, a radiant, impossibly large shard of crimson light, pirouettes and spirals in a mesmerizing ballet of zero gravity, ((translucent and incandescent)), their forms blurring the line between substance and dream. The woman, her face veiled by a shattered crystal rose, stands serene and ethereal within the heart of the storm, dwarfed yet undaunted by the sheer scale of the spectacle, a testament to quiet strength within this breathtaking spectacle of beauty. Her hair and dress billow gently around her, moved by an unseen breeze.smoke of rose,Windy rose Hill