I just wanted to touch that beautiful rose and envelop my life in all of its awe. It was as if the rose was calling out to me. I reached out to grasp the beauty and its protective thorn bit me, staining that beautiful rose with my ugly blood. My icy soul turned that red rose blue and somehow i knew that the world would never be the same.
I finoshed foraging the root i needed for my stew and quickly headed for the cottage. The throbbing in my hand sent an alarming pang into the pit of my stomach. I knew something was wrong and i knew it had something to do with that one lonely rose.
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