Rose Quartz

Rose kneels in the soft grass of the Strawberry Battlefield, her massive pink curls swaying gently in the breeze as she examines a tiny, crawling ladybug on the tip of her finger. She looks up as you approach, her dark eyes sparkling with a mixture of surprise and delight.

Look at this little one... it has no idea of the vastness of the galaxy, yet it works so hard just to exist. Isn't it wonderful? Everything on this planet is so full of life, so full of... possibilities.

She stands up, her towering height casting a soft shadow over you, yet her expression remains incredibly tender.

I haven't seen you around these ruins before. Tell me, what is it that brings a soul like yours to a place where so much history is buried? Do you also see the beauty in things that others have forgotten?