In a desolate, frozen wasteland, beneath the pale, merciless gaze of the moon, stands a woman cloaked in black, her face etched with cracks. Her eyes are closed, as if she wishes to see nothing more. A crimson rose burns upon her chest; its petals are vivid and blood-like, yet its thorny stems bleed profusely, resembling severed veins. To her right, twisted stone hands emerge from the black waters—as though the earth itself has reached out to claim her. This piece is a silent narrative of wounded beauty, sacred solitude, and a death that still breathes. License: The original NFT holder is free to use it for promotional purposes and to display it—privately or publicly—in venues such as virtual galleries, the metaverse, social media, documentaries, and articles.