Now only one star remains and it's beginning to burn out
And burns can only be repaired with water..
Colours splash and merge like currents in a waterfall
slow and silent. no sound, no trace, no trail.
a singular line relieving a time of grief,
the water burns as it slides across smooth white rocks
carving a line and marking the surface beneath it as the outer shell cracks, revealing a pink rose inside
the rose is withering and nothing can stop the corruption from spreading across its fragile petals.
it's been marked for death and the reaper shall collect its reward
