 　
Their petals glow with breathtaking crimson light, swirls of scarlet and carmine cascading down from heaven to earth. Each flower, a radiance of crimson light, impossibly large, pirouettes and spirals in an enchanting ballet of weightlessness, its ((translucent and incandescent)) form blurring the line between matter and dream. The woman, her face covered with shattered crystal roses, stands serene and ethereal, dwarfed yet undaunted by the sheer scale of the spectacle, proving her quiet strength in this breathtaking spectacle of beauty. Her hair and dress flutter gently, moved by an invisible breeze.
