A beauty in the darkness draws the roses in. Wilting and dying the roses fall in a bin. Their rebirth is an exceptional thing as they start to bud into a beautiful being. The cat of the night, who watches over things, is one with the forest as it begins to breathe. A purr is heard over any other sound and the darkness becomes inviting as there's no one around. Runs like a panther and hunts like a lion, this cat is no beast, but the night you hear calling.
