the kreis cygnus is a rose bush, I smell of roses on my paws, as we embrace, the smell wafts into your nostrils, you are reminded of the times before, I cannot hide my truth any longer.
"Its not possible, the power is overwhelming"
You whisper in my ear.
I spill like an overflowing glass of water, the floor is wet with the buzz of a trillion bees. They swarm towards the setting sun.
A single rose remains in their place.