Inside a dark void was a wonderful rose, its petals crystalline, shimmering in the darkness, spreading its black vines and beautiful red glow.
The rose is more than 10 metres in height, its petals wrapped tightly around something as if protecting it as if devouring it! It is almost perfect, but for one thing: it has no thorns. And that is strange enough...
The rose's petals are soft like silk and the colour of blood... But this isn't important right now. What matters is what's inside the rose! There, suspended in space, a man was trapped by the petal's tendrils! His body perfection, the various wounds and scars, and torn flesh all began to melt, sizzling like it was burned with a powerful acid.
His face was twisted in pain, his mouth wide open—but there wasn't any scream coming out. In his hands was some device; he could have used it as a weapon or shielded himself from the petals. It looked like there were runes carved into its surface.
