sleepinsidemysoul: “ “Hearts set about finding other hearts the moment they are born, and between them, they weave nets so frightfully strong and tight that you end up bound forever in hopeless knots, even to the shadow of a beast you knew and loved.
"My rose is wilting," Diana murmured. She looked fearfully over the dark horizon; the days were darker than she'd ever daringly imagined. "I fear its death is close at hand now. And if it does die, it will prove that not all things can last forever.