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The glass house shimmered under a canopy of stars, its transparent walls blurring the line between indoors and the inky night. Crimson roses, their velvety petals catching the cool moonlight instead of sunlight, cascaded down pillars and wove intricate tapestries across walkways. The air, heavy with the scent of these fragrant captives, held an undeniable allure – a strange tango between the vibrant flowers and the moonlit shadows they danced in.