Watercolor pink soak into the pale petals.

Cool waters lap against its ancient enclosure.

Float away in the dark waters until you reach the shores of unknown land.

Snow coats the unsuspecting greenery.

He reaches forward, but which dimension is the true reality?

An artificial island of metal, it stands isolated, connected only by floating boats.

Purple petals strain upwards towards life-giving light.

Inquisitive, he reaches forward without hesitation. 

Life is locked within, straining towards the time when it can burst outwards.

The golden hour before twilight shines its unearthly light through the translucent cloth.