The scene is hauntingly beautiful: vibrant petals, once full of life, now rest gently upon the worn bones of a long-forgotten skeleton, nestled among the crumbling stones of a ruined crypt. Sunlight filters through the gaps in the ancient structure, casting dappled shadows on the cold, hard ground. Dust motes dance in the beams, their delicate movements reminiscent of fleeting memories.
The flowers, perhaps picked in haste or yearning, create a