Dawn breaks weakly over a glacial plain, the rose lying beneath a glass-like ice sheet that refracts its crimson hue into fractured beams. Distant howls echo through diamond-dust winds, while the blizzard’s roar muffles the ticking of a buried pocket watch (11:59) beside the rose. The scene merges Art Deco symmetry with bio-luminescent realism: geometric ice crystals glow blue-green under the rose, and the storm’s spirals mimic rose petals in motion—a requiem for lost time and love preserved in perpetual winter.