Memories

You have entered a small chamber made of cold but beautifully sculpted marble. The sun glitters through the walls ever so gently, the way one sees the sun in a dream.

The floor is covered in red velvet carpets, and hanging on the wall are several photographs, of joyful times.

In the center of the room is a bed made out of deep rosewood. Lying on it gracefully is a young man, seeming only about 22 years old. He is sleeping peacefully.

To the foot of the bed is a plaque. It reads, "To he who will never be forgotten."

You see Rose of Yesterday.

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