Rosie once thought that being low-key and forbearing could buy some peace in this cannibal city. But reality tells her that in this system that advocates power, not fighting is not a virtue, but an original sin.
The backstabbing in the workplace and the calculations of her elders became the best fertilizer to ripen the forbidden magic in her body. The awakening of "Bone Curse Produces Flowers" is a vicious joke she played on the world. So she gave up a self-sacrificing growth and instead embraced a colder, more self-centered logic.
When the thorns pierced the painted "cake", and when the rose swallowed up the hypocritical "high-ranking person", Rosie gave out that contemptuous sneer in the room full of ashes. She no longer prays for recognition, because she herself is the only anomaly and master in this power game.
Concept: Reject the mediocrity of tailoring, and live out the freedom of wild growth in the frozen soil of rules