Notes

The world was cold, the ground frozen solid. Dead leaves covered the ground. As far as you could see, not a single tree nor plant seemed to be alive. In a clearing in the forest there was a single flower, covered in frost. A single person stumbled upon that flower, and disturbed its years of sleep. The stranger brushed the frost off the flower, and for a short stretch of time, the world seemed to grow warmer. The clouds that plagued that sky for the past years unveiled the sun, the frozen solid ground melted. The trees surrounding the lone flower blossomed and grew leaves once more. That stranger was oblivious to his effect on the surrounding world. He uncovered the frosted flower, only to find that it was missing something. The flower was not beautiful. It was not beautiful. There was nothing covetable about the flower, so when the stranger plucked it, he did not hold it near to him. He discarded its remains as soon as he destroyed it. He left the forest and never returned. The world surrounding the flower froze into a wasteland colder than ever before. Frost covered every tree, the sky grew black, and the sun never shone again. The flower pulled itself back together and used the frost to freeze herself back into place. From that time on, it never stopped snowing in that little flowers world. But no one cared. No one cared about a flower that was not beautiful. No one cared because it was unpleasing to the eye.