The Glass Rose. Delicate, fragile, beautiful, radiant. Shattered by corrupt love, mangled by lies and deceit. Repaired with time but scarred by betrayal. The flower regains its striking shine but traces of its damage linger. Barely held together, The Glass Rose wonders in search of rejuvenation. In no time she encounters an alluring figure. Enigmatic, odd, curious, complex. They grow fond of their bond. The brittle flower feels at home but unknowingly breaths in poison. Her shine fades, frosted with opaqueness, a coat of smog. The figure consumes her light. He has company now. She has a burden. The woods grow around the pair, afraid to take on their venomous daydream. They deliriously thrive in the clearing.