The roses grow up to the lattice window of the prison called Slavery

The old prison wall stands there as a silent guardian of the past, its weathered stones bearing the scars of time and memories of a bygone era. Behind the rusty barred window in Slaveriet in the Fortress City of Fredrikstad, the shadows of a history marked by discipline and destinies that were once locked behind the thick walls are glimpsed.
 But time transforms everything, and up the wall climb the roses – a symbol of nature’s indomitable will to conquer even the darkest places. Where once only stern gazes and cold walls ruled, they unfold in their full glory, their deep red petals like burning flames against the rough stone.
 As if to shed light on the oppressive silence of the past, they lean towards the narrow window, a fragile contrast between captivity and freedom. The sunbeams dancing between the leaves give a glimmer of hope, and the wind carries with it the scent of a new time. The prison still stands, but the roses whisper that nothing remains the same – life always finds a way.