Imagine a world where rusted iron gates guard an ancient garden. The foliage is bathed in a delicate dance of **rust green**—a color that whispers of age, resilience, and quiet beauty. The leaves, moss, and tendrils all share this earthy hue, connecting the past to the present. But amidst the weathered greens, there exists a striking contrast: **pure white**. It appears as if the moon itself has touched certain petals, edges, and delicate blossoms. White roses bloom against the rusted lattice, their petals : 0.6