A girl sits under a dome
A dome made of Ice and Steel
Underneath her feet are flowers
All kinds of flowers
She tends to the flowers, and approaches the rose bushes
She picks the roses.
Outside, the snow begins to fall.
Day after day,
Week after week,
She smiles and picks her roses
Assembling them into a beautiful bouquet
She continues
Even after the sounds of cracking resounds above.
The girl has finally finished her bouquet
She places it on a golden pedestal
But what good will a bouquet of flowers do?
As she sets back to admire her work
Even after her hands have been dripping blood
Suddenly, a large cracking sound
A sound that was louder than the others
Echoes through the dome
A moment of stillness.
A moment of silence.
And the ice and steel starts falling
The girl cries out for help
But she cannot be heard
Eventually
Snow, Ice, and Steel bury her.