Not all flowers bloom under the sun—some thrive under the flicker of candlelight in forgotten halls. These nails are soft, romantic, and just a little haunted, capturing the sweetness of spring roses with the shimmer of something more eternal.

Legend whispers of a garden hidden deep in the crypt, where blossoms unfurl in hues of blush and wine, never wilting, never fading. A hand reaching from the shadows wears these nails—a delicate mix of pink ombré, metallic shimmer, and 3D petals that feel alive. They are both a love letter and a warning: beauty can bloom anywhere, even where sorrow sleeps.