🌹Red Rose — Thorns of the Crimson Rose — 巡音がルナ

Kamui Galuna(神威がルナ/巡音がルナ/Megurine Galuna) is My OC 🏷️ Representative Flower Red Rose 📚 Alternative Name Rose 📖 Floriography Passionate Love · Deep Affection · Confidence · Courage · Loyalty 🎨 Design Concept The red rose symbolizes Galuna’s calm and elegant exterior, as well as the intense emotions hidden deep within her heart. Her outfit incorporates sharply layered petals, thorn-inspired ornaments, delicate lace, and dramatic trailing fabrics, expressing her captivating confidence and beautiful yet unapproachable presence. 💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 The Invitation of the Thorn Throne Moonlight passed through the shattered stained glass and spilled a cold blue glow across the abandoned hall. It fell upon the floor, illuminating the broken image of a rose, as well as the black thorns climbing along the stone pillars. Deep crimson blossoms opened between the sharp spines, their petals so richly colored that they resembled blood, yet they carried no warmth at all. The night wind entered through the towering arches and stirred the petals scattered across the ground. One petal. Then another. They circled slowly through the air before settling in front of the throne at the center of the hall. It was a throne woven from black metal, dark-gold branches, and twisting thorns. Its sharp vines rose behind the seat and formed the outline of a blooming rose, as though anyone who dared approach might be silently pierced. Galuna sat upon it. She was seated sideways near the front edge of the throne, her back straight and her legs crossed with effortless grace. The deep wine-red skirts fell beside her in heavy layers, spreading down the steps like the petals of a rose beginning to wither after reaching full bloom. Black branch-shaped metalwork encircled her high collar. Intricate thorn patterns extended across her chest and waist, while dark red roses decorated the folds of her gown. The design was magnificent, yet every detail carried a warning not to touch. Her long purple hair gleamed coldly beneath the moonlight. Most of it flowed behind her, nearly reaching the floor. Two distinct locks in front of her ears rested over her chest and extended all the way to her waist. Their ends swayed gently in the night breeze, like two soft boundaries that no one was permitted to cross. Galuna rested one hand beneath her chin. Her slender fingers remained beside her face in a relaxed pose, but her gaze contained no hint of carelessness. Her purple eyes were fixed upon the darkness at the far end of the hall. “Since you have already come this far, why are you still hiding?” Her voice was quiet, yet it traveled clearly through the entire hall. A shadow in the distance moved. A figure stepped out from behind a broken stone pillar. Their boots brushed across the fallen petals with a faint scraping sound. The visitor wore a cloak dampened by the night mist. Caution was written plainly across their face. They looked toward Galuna but did not come any closer, stopping at the boundary between moonlight and shadow. “This garden does not welcome outsiders,” Galuna said calmly. “And yet you did not allow the thorns to stop me.” At those words, the corner of her lips rose slightly. It was not a gentle smile. It was the expression of a hunter watching its prey finally notice the trap. “You seem to have misunderstood.” Galuna slowly lowered the hand supporting her chin. The thorns behind the throne answered with a soft rustling sound. Vines that had been perfectly still began to spread outward as though awakening from sleep. Every spine shone beneath the moonlight, but none of them moved toward the visitor. “I did not stop you,” she said, “but that does not mean you have passed the test.” She lifted her other hand. Her pale palm faced upward, her fingers gently opening. A single dark red petal rose beside her wrist. Then a second. Then a third. The petals spun above her palm and gradually gathered into a small crimson jewel. It resembled the tightly closed bud of a rose, and a dark light moved within it as though something alive were slowly beating inside. Galuna extended her hand. “Come closer.” Her tone remained almost indifferent. The visitor stared at the rose-shaped jewel but did not immediately move. “What is it?” “An invitation.” “And the price?” A faint trace of interest passed through Galuna’s eyes. “You are more intelligent than the last one.” The candles throughout the hall flickered. The shadows upon the walls stretched into distorted shapes, like countless beasts hidden in the darkness. Roses concealed between the pillars slowly opened, their petals making a sound so soft it could barely be heard. Galuna lowered her gaze to the jewel in her palm. “Accept it, and you may enter the deepest part of the rose garden.” “And if I refuse?” “You will leave unharmed.” She paused, and her smile became colder. “At least for tonight.” The visitor fell silent. No one knew what lay within the deepest part of the rose garden. Some claimed that a treasure capable of granting any wish had been sealed there. Others whispered that the garden was the grave of every person who had been enchanted by its fragrance and eventually died among its thorns. The woman upon the throne was the sole ruler of that place. She never lied to those who came before her. But neither did she ever offer the whole truth. At last, the visitor stepped forward. The thorns covering the floor immediately shifted aside, opening a narrow path. The red roses on either side bent slightly toward the visitor, as though watching and waiting. They followed the path toward the throne. With every step, the fragrance of roses grew stronger. It was sweet enough to make the mind unsteady, yet beneath that sweetness lingered a cold metallic scent. The visitor finally stopped before Galuna. Only at such a close distance did they understand how overwhelming her beauty truly was. Her pale skin looked like carefully polished porcelain beneath the moonlight. Her purple eyes were deep and perfectly clear. Every rose upon her gown bloomed in flawless form, and every thorn motif appeared as though it had been created for her alone. She was not a young woman surrounded by roses. She was the rose itself. Beautiful, cold, and covered in thorns. “Hold out your hand,” she said. The visitor obeyed. Galuna did not immediately give them the jewel. Instead, she studied their eyes, as though looking through every desire, fear, and lie hidden inside them. “Did you come here to find someone you lost,” she asked, “or merely to satisfy your own obsession?” The visitor’s fingertips trembled. “Is there a difference?” “Of course.” Galuna moved her palm slightly closer. The red light of the rose jewel shone between them. “The first will be wounded by memory.” “And the second?” “Devoured by desire.” The visitor lowered their voice. “And what about you?” The hall became silent. Even the wind seemed to stop. Galuna looked at them without changing her expression. Yet behind her throne, one petal silently fell from a rose that had been in full bloom. “Me?” She gave a quiet laugh. “I am the one who watches all of you make your choice.” The rose jewel dropped into the visitor’s palm. It was neither hot nor cold. The moment it touched their skin, it dissolved into a ring of red light. The light wrapped around their wrist and became the mark of a rosebud. At once, the surrounding thorns withdrew. Behind the throne, a massive iron door that had been sealed beneath tangled vines began to open with a low grinding sound. A dark crimson glow emerged through the widening gap. From beyond the door came countless whispering sounds, like petals rubbing against one another. They sounded like someone crying. They also sounded like someone calling. The visitor stared at the opening door, their breathing growing shallow. “Go,” Galuna said. “You are not coming with me?” She leaned back against the throne once more, resting her face against one hand. Her purple eyes glowed coldly within the darkness. “That place reveals only what you truly desire to see.” She looked directly at the visitor, a faint smile upon her lips. “And I have already seen mine.” The visitor opened their mouth to ask another question, but the crimson light behind the door suddenly flared. A storm of rose petals rushed outward and surrounded them. A moment later, the hall became silent again. The door slowly closed. The thorns twisted together once more, sealing the entrance completely. Galuna remained alone upon the throne, watching the place where the visitor had disappeared. At some point, another rose jewel had appeared in her palm. Its deep red light illuminated her cold and beautiful face. “What a pity,” she murmured. A single petal slipped from her fingertips. “You still never asked what must be left behind after accepting the invitation.” The moonlight passed over the sharp points of the throne and cast a long shadow behind her. Outside the hall, every red rose in the garden bloomed at once. As though welcoming the next guest. 💜💗💜💗💜 OC information 💗💜💗💜💗 The third child of Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka Name: Kamui Galuna(神威がルナ/巡音がルナ/Megurine Galuna) Age: 14 Birthday:10/30 Personality: Calm, talented, versatile Appearance: Long, straight purple hair with a smooth and glossy finish, exuding an elegant and cool allure Purple eyes, mysterious with a hint of pride Skills: Piano, guitar, bass, singing ,Photography Favorite Thing: Watching his parents, Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka, share sweet interactions