She found her haven not in grand halls or distant lands, but here, beneath the weightless blanket of a thousand roses. In this soft, scented embrace—where pink bled into cream and the world outside ceased to matter—her soul simply paused to listen to the quiet rhythm of blossoming joy. This is not just a moment; it is the physical manifestation of all the gentle wishes ever made. _آرامش ، لطافت ، زیبایی

In a beautiful pie.

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