A singular Lily, who holds the essence of Life and Peace wades the soft pond with glee, relishing in the peace it brought. As the Moon rose from the abyss and the Sun fell into the abyss, a rustle sounded out in the peaceful pond and the Lily, oblivious to the new presence, fell into a slumber.
A thorn vine, which held the essence of Death and Despair rose above the pond and slowly, as if it would shrivel from any sort of detection, wrapped itself around the Lily and began to let its branches venture into the Lily. The Lily, ironically, did not wail, cry, or show any form of pain. In fact, it seemed as if it... embraced the thorns growing in its heart. But, Black Midnight, began to spread over the flower, twisting it and destroying the peace it once had.
The Lily once a symbol of Life and Prosperity has now turned into a being of both Death and Life, Chaos and Order.