I suddenly realized that I was just a piece of moss, crawling at her feet, and she was a rose, covered with thorns and self-conscious pain. Then she fell in love with another rose. They entangled and climbed, each other. Stab wounds, the torture would not stop until one of them died, until she drained his flesh and blood and drained her own flesh and blood. She pulled out all his thorns and her own, suddenly withered in the fierce sunlight, and finally burst into sand.