The Lone Floret

Chapter I

Ro stood alone. Encaged in walls of concrete, of which she assumed, 50 feet high, scraping the sky's surface. Kicking a pebble, she saw the floor beneath her was rubble and dust. The air hanging in the air was lull, and intertwined with dust.
In alarm and confusion, she hit the walls, kicked them, even screamed at them, but she was only left with bruises and grazes. "Stupid walls..." Ro muttered. She had to find a way out. She was no prisoner.
Raven-like birds, were  perched on top of the walls. Their feathers were black, but shimmered colours of purple and green as they moved, like oil. Their beetle-like eyes, flecked with gold, pierced into Ro, as they bitterly sang their songs. Almost in a teasingly manner. "Stupid damn birds..." Ro mumbled to herself; she had to get out.

She thrashed at the walls again, throwing stones and punching at them. But the walls stood, almost mockingly saying, "Puny girl, stop trying, you're going to scratch the concrete." She wasn't going mad, was she? She gave a hit, and a kick, a pound,  but ended just getting tired. She gave one more hit, panting. Not only she scratched the wall,

She opened it.

Scratching her head in confusion, she looked at the wall. It split into 3 passageways. The concrete  passageways were engraved with letters, moving letters, animating between letters of English and some foreign language: "επιλέγω"

She looked left, to see the first passage. It led to a garden, blooming in colour but a single floret stood. Wilting pitifully, it hanged its head to the floor, and its colour, drained. Ro adjusted her scarlet scarf, and decided to look through the second passage, which was in front of her. It was a garden, but a garden drained from its beauty. Its colour, drained and heads wilting in disarray. But a floret stood. It stood proudly, petals coloured in pearl and violet. Ro crouched down to touch it, but hardly an inch away, it burst into flames of green and blue, scalding Ro and her scarf. Quickly, patting the flames out of her scarf,  she looked through the passage, the last passage, to her right. "Let's hope this one is a bit less depressing," Ro rambled.
No garden, but a floret stood. It stood alone. Pearl and violet, it held its head high. Remembering from the previous passageway, she decided not to go near it. As a piddling second went by, a shoot erupted from the ground. It started growing, spiralling next to the pearl floret, and bloomed into petals of deep, royal blue, flecked with gold. Something seemed to be trying to burst out of the ground.
The ground erupted thorns, suffocating the flowers. Trying to run away, Ro tried to brandish the thorns away, but they shot at her.

The thorns prickling and piercing into her skin, she couldn't move: that would hurt her more. She couldn't escape. Chocking, the thorns made way to her neck , spindling around her body. The thorns dug into her neck, piercing into her flesh, blood trickling down her. As she took a sharp breath of pain, before it sunk deeper,

She woke up.