It is said that Epiphyllum comes to the world with memories of previous lives. As for me, my mind is still blank. I don't know the meaning of life, and I live in a numb and silent greenhouse in vain.
Every flower has its inevitable fate. As an epiphyllum, I am destined to bloom in the dark night, and then wither rapidly before the stars recede. The flowers bloom for a moment, then wither and rest.
Conception: