Sunlight slants across cobblestones, casting long shadows from weathered buildings. A lone figure moves down the narrow street, their silhouette dissolving into the warm haze. Shutters hang slightly ajar, hinting at lives unfolding just beyond view. The air hums with quiet energy—a moment suspended in golden light.
Three girls bend among thorny stems, fingers brushing petals still damp with morning. Their skirts catch on brambles as laughter tangles with the scent of crushed roses. One holds a bloom to her cheek, its blush matching hers. The garden hums with stolen moments, ripe and fleeting as summer.