Deep within a swirling nebula, painted with hues of crimson and violet, a celestial garden blooms in silent majesty. Colossal roses, their petals woven from shimmering stardust and incandescent nebula gas, unfurl in a breathtaking display of cosmic beauty. Each rose, dwarfing even the largest planets, pulses with a soft, ethereal light, their petals swirling and shifting in a slow, graceful dance, like celestial ballerinas pirouetting across a cosmic stage. Delicate tendrils of stardust, laced with shimmering particles, reach out from the roses, intertwining and forming a luminous tapestry that stretches across the nebula, a celestial web woven from light and cosmic dust. The air hums with a soft, intoxicating fragrance, a symphony of cosmic scents that blend the sweet, intoxicating aroma of roses with the crisp, metallic tang of stardust, a unique perfume for the senses of the soul. At the heart of this mesmerizing garden, bathed in the ethereal glow of the celestial roses, stands a woman with long, flowing silver hair that cascades down her back like a waterfall of moonlight. Her eyes, deep pools of liquid silver, gaze upwards, lost in the swirling nebula above, reflecting the cosmic dance of the celestial roses. Her presence, a fragile silhouette against the backdrop of cosmic grandeur, speaks of the enduring beauty and fragility of life in the face of the vastness of the universe, a silent serenade to the eternal dance of creation and destruction