Nova Caine

Rookie (August 9th,1994 / Sioux Falls)

Nightmare Meadow.

There it is, the meadow of happiness
Roses, violets, tulips galore
She runs, her dress billowing in the wind
As she picks a bouquet of glorious beauty
Suddenly everything darkens
Every flower fades to black then breaks to ash
Until all that’s left are roses turned black
Cold swirls through and the roses freeze
A field of eerie blue

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