Dawn broke over the horizon, and for the first time in a century, the flowers bloomed.
They were white and yellow and purple and green, borne of ancient earth littered with the bones of kings.
They were black and pink and everything in between, fibrous roots curled around forgotten jewels and corroded steel. Unconstrained hues splashed across the crimson taint of the few. Seeping through the cracks of ashen moulds. Shattering. Liberating. Breathing.
And with it, a rose-coloured dawn.