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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