07 - Thorn
Thorn
You know a secret. Within a field of pale white roses a glass cloche resides. Within the glass cloche the icy rose resides. The petals never wilt, the blooms never fade. Each rose faces the center. The wind does not disturb the rose field. When the sun rises the icy rose shines as though it were a second sun. When night falls, the pale white roses glow dimly, their light illuminating the field and the icy rose sparkles and glistens like a diamond.
You know a secret. When the snow comes it does not disturb the field. It lands softly on the ground, but never on the roses. The animals avoid this place, even the insects. When rain falls and lightning thunders, the field is silent. You’ve seen lightning strike the glass coche without a sound.
You know a secret. Though the field of pale white roses is close to a village, no-one else knows of it. Through the forest and up the mountain, beyond the river and into the cave, the path to the field creeps and winds. When at last you arrive and stand at the edge of the crater, you can still see the village. You have not traveled far, yet only the path leads here. From the edge you can tell the pale roses are bowing to their icy deity. Descending the crater is easy; someone has carved steps into the stone.
You know a secret. You’ve counted the roses, each and every one. The number has changed only once.
You know a secret. The icy rose has many thorns, all invisible to the human eye. They reveal themselves only to a very specific red.
You know a secret. One day soon you will join your lover, and the number will change again.
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