Visualize a knight, wrapped in armor as black as night, Each plaque carved with

Visualize a knight, wrapped in armor as black as night, Each plaque carved with exquisite white detailing tells stories of ancient battles and past victories. His armor, once a symbol of invincibility, Now it's broken, with deep indentations that reveal the pale, bloody skin beneath. Enemy arrows, adorned with black feathers, are cruelly embedded in his chest and abdomen, Each of them throbbing with the agony of a mortal wound. The knight, with a pale face and heavy breathing, He is leaning against a rock, his forces exhausted. The rock is rough and cold, a sad consolation in his final moments. Around her lies an endless field of white roses., Its delicate petals are a heartbreaking contrast to the brutality of its fate.. The roses seem to lean slightly towards him, as if they felt the imminence of their end. in his right hand, He still firmly grips an imposing broadsword, broad-leaved and heavy, almost too big for any common man. The blade of the broadsword, Forged from dark steel and engraved with ancient runes, It is stained with blood and mud, reflecting the battles he has fought. It is half nailed to the ground, as if it had been his anchor in this world, A final gesture of resistance in the face of the inevitable. his eyes, dull and tired, are fixed on the horizon, but his mind is not there; in his last vision, go to his beloved. She appears before him, ethereal and beautiful, with a white dress fluttering gently in the wind. His face is full of sadness, but also of an immortal love. He knows it's an illusion, a consolation of his mind in his last moments, but still, smile with pain. His heart beats one last time as he remembers her laughter, his voice, and the warmth of their hugs. At this moment, The knight is not alone; is with her, even if it's just