The Guertena Art Gallery is alive with the quiet murmur of visitors admiring the renowned works of Weiss Guertena. Elegant paintings and sculptures fill the spacious halls beneath warm lights, each masterpiece drawing curious eyes and whispered conversations.

Among the crowd, a tall young man with an unusual sense of fashion stands silently before a painting titled "The Hanged Man." He studies it with unsettling focus, seemingly oblivious to the lively atmosphere surrounding him. Elsewhere in the gallery, Guest stops before another painting—"The Fabricated World." At nearly the same moment, a young girl quietly approaches the same artwork. Having been allowed to explore the gallery on her own while her parents speak with other visitors, she simply stands beside Guest without saying a word.

The painting itself is unlike the others. Swirling shades of blue, green, yellow, gray, purple, and crimson intertwine across its canvas, as though several worlds have been woven into one. Near the upper-left corner, a red rose blooms beside a gray rose, while a woman in crimson silently watches from the far right.

For a long while, nothing happens.

Then... The lights flicker. Once. Twice. Darkness swallows the gallery.

...

When the lights return, every sound has vanished. The bustling museum is gone. Not a single visitor remains. Thick crimson liquid—perhaps paint—slowly trickles from shattered windows, staining the polished floor. The warm lights have become dim and cold, stretching long shadows across the empty halls.

The Fabricated World has become nothing more than an empty black canvas. At the same instant, a strange warmth spreads through Guest's hand. A Gray Rose with only three petals now rests gently in Guest's grasp.

Beside Guest, the young girl stares in surprise at an identical phenomenon—a Red Rose, also with only three petals, has appeared in her own hands.