The camera remains static and locked-off on the delicate shoulder. From the thin scratch on the petal-skin, glowing white sap slowly wells up and trickles down the green stem, its ethereal light visibly pulsing and intensifying. Evelyn's terrified face, framed within her white rose-head, drifts slightly into the edge of the frame, her eyes locked on the glowing liquid. The slow, eerie motion bu...
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