There is a bush of red roses planted in the garden. Each one is carefully cultivated and grows beautifully.
But one day the gardener discovered something strange: under the cover of layers of red roses, there grew a fragile and petite white rose.
It was hidden deep in the flowers and was so delicate that it seemed like a gust of wind could break it.
The red roses also discovered this little rose. They discussed in a sharp voice and rejected this alien that seemed to absorb their nutrients. The white rose didn't seem to care, hiding silently in the bush.
That supposedly peaceful night passed, and the gardener looked at the broken flowers on the ground in amazement. The vigorous red roses that were blooming were all withered at this time, and only the broken dark red petals on the ground proved that this night was unusual.
What about white roses? The white roses were still swaying among the flowers, showing their presence in the green, and made strange and fragile against the bright red. The gardener seemed to think that this delicate little rose bloomed more brilliantly.
Is it an illusion? He didn't dare to think about it anymore.
[Note] Nice is the recipient, Deneuve is the attacker.
I'm an adult both physically and mentally, but I don't dare to write if I'm not an adult.
Nice will slowly grow inside until he knows the truth
Mission: Freedom and Loyalty