In a frozen battlefield, surrounded by a sea of lightly glowing blue roses, stood a young girl in armor. She looked to be around twenty years old, with sapphire blue hair that cascaded down her back in wild curls and matching blue eyes that sparkled like gems. She stood amidst a pile of bodies, her sword held tightly in her hand.

The girl was not frozen in time, but rather encased in a layer of ice that had preserved her youth and beauty. She had been locked in this icy prison for as long as anyone could remember, a symbol of a long-forgotten battle that had raged on this very spot.

The battlefield was barren and desolate, except for the sea of blue roses that seemed to glow in the frozen sunlight. The flowers were the only signs of life in this icy wasteland, and they seemed to have a life of their own. They swayed in the cold breeze, their petals fluttering gently like a soft whisper.

The girl stood amidst the blue roses, her eyes scanning the battlefield for any signs of life. She had been frozen here for so long that she had lost count of the years. She had seen many battles in her time, but this one had been particularly brutal. The bodies around her were a testament to the fierce fighting that had taken place here.

Despite the horror of the scene, the girl showed no signs of fear or sadness. She seemed almost serene, as if she had come to terms with the fate that had befallen her. Her armor was dented and scratched, but it still gleamed in the frozen sunlight, a reminder of the strength and courage that had brought her to this place.

As she stood there, surrounded by the bodies of fallen soldiers, the girl knew that her time would come. She had been waiting for so long for someone to find her, to free her from this icy prison. But until that day came, she would stand guard over this desolate battlefield, her sword at the ready, her eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of life.

And so, the girl in armor stood frozen in time, her sapphire blue hair and eyes a beacon of hope in a world that had long forgotten her. The battlefield was silent except for the soft whisper of the blue roses, a reminder that life still existed even in the midst of death and destruction.
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