Flowers, Red, Dotted Lines

Red. The color that resembles nothing but pain, suffering and a tribute to what was lost. Flowers endued in the color of red, mourning the loss of another one. Another person lost. Another family broken. Another promise to 'stay by your side' left unfulfilled, and both moments of joy and sorrow robbed by the stealthy thief known as death. If death is at your door, it doesn't knock. It's too much of a bitch to.

Flowers. They come in all colors, in all shades of them. When a person buys red flowers, they gently throw them onto their mourned ones grave and mourn them. Flowers hold a special value in them as if they have a soul in them, dreams left unfulfilled, expectations not met, people left disappointed before their death and they couldn't man amends. 

Dotted lines. "To see them is to see the future, and that is impossible", said Doctor K., who has worked in the medicine industry for almost 60 years. Old, ageing, but still having the spirit of a 20 year old. 

"Dotted lines are too risky to touch, much less cross. To cross a dotted line is to cross a line that is not just deadly, but fatal. As though they contain a secret of the universe that no one else knows, and, if they do know, they don't tell.."

"Hide it from the others", says a voice, dripping with malice. "Give them the six-petaled purple flower..and give them the power that they seek, because the alternative is..too..". The voice trailed off as the sun set deep into the west.

The Legend was about to begin.