She planted the seed of discord in her heart, now only capable of watching as it bloomed into the night, the petals a glowing black. Illuminated with darkness, the beautiful flower stretched to the deepest center of her heart. There, powered by her own evil, the roots cohere the energy up to those petals, those sinister yet enticing petals. So it stood tall into the night. Only the night.
In the morning, she regained her harmony, never fully whole but never lacking.
