THE COSMOS WAS A BITTERSWEET thing. Full of love and hate. Beauty and disgust. Life and death. But once in a while, a perfect little thing happened. On the 12 of the eighth month of the year, a girl was born. Moments after her birth, gladiolus poppy's bloomed from the earth as it rejoiced for another daughter of Persephone was born.
Willow Byrne was a curious thing, fascinated by the simple concept of blooms and everything else that crossed paths with the dark skinned child.
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