Once upon a time there was a beautiful flower, hidden deep inside of a giant thorned labyrinth. She so longed to feel the sunlight but her home was hidden far from any ray, save one. Set directly to her roots it was her life force through the disparate days. Many times she wondered, 'if I was to pray, would I receive a friend?'
And with that single gleaming flicker of hope she had within, she would close her petals tight and pray as loudly as she could...
"Please, please send just one more ray of light... Please! I am so alone, and it is all I need."
Now the truly peculiar thing about this little flower, surrounded by darkness with but one gleaming hint of what existed outside of this labyrinth, her home.. was she always seemed to find something to grasp on to. when there was seemingly nothing left but darkness around, she found more. But still her heart would break every night with the shimmer of moonlight on her toes... knowing she was still the only thing to be heard or seen in her world. She remained destitute.
There were many nights and many days that had passed her by, and still she remained just as she were and could not see any hope in the distance, until the darkest morning she had yet to see.
She awoke with the early frost, but did not open her petals. She didn't want to find herself alone still. She was so afraid of finding nothing again, that she couldn't bear to move. All that she was sure of now was she had lost her heart somewhere deep inside.
There she lay, in her corner for days, squeezing herself so very tightly not wanting to know if she had been forgotten again... and with each moment passing her by she prayed still, but for what, and to whom, she was no longer sure. She was utterly lost.
An incomplete tale written for a friend.
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