Rose & FlintCore
Rose Rose
FlintCore FlintCore
FlintCore FlintCore
You ever notice how every rose petal seems to be a tiny mirror of the whole flower? I swear there’s a secret map inside the bloom that only the keenest eyes can read.
Rose Rose
I love that thought, the little secrets tucked inside petals. Perhaps it’s a map to a hidden garden only those who truly listen can find.
FlintCore FlintCore
That hidden garden must be a maze of scent and texture, not a literal plot of land. Just follow the patterns in the air, the way the wind shuffles the leaves, and you'll hit the secret spot. It’s not a fairy tale, it’s a puzzle.
Rose Rose
It’s all in the breeze, the way the leaves hum and shift, like a secret song you can only hear if you pause and breathe. Keep your eyes and heart open, and the path will reveal itself.