The Duchess of White Rose Castle

Every morning she is seen in a tower room of a castle. Even in a rose-pink light of dawn the place was dazzling white. Around here she’s the only one who brings colour to the castle's life. Stagnant days and a dead silence by night - atmosphere almost unbearable to live. Yet she’s here every morning. Here, in high tower, the only place on earth where the white roses grew. Nurturing her tiny garden in the heights of emptiness.