Perfection? In MY world? It's more likely than you think...

Not so far away, the flowers sing and dance. Their beauty stands together, in utter harmony. But beneath the Golden Rose, there are nothing but rotten weeds, for none can hope to strive to her beauty.
She stands tall and proud, a symbol of what she is and a symbol of what she is to become. Though beneath this splendid beauty, there is a deadly catch. A terrible, ruthless bite, that none can hope to match.

She stands for what humanity is. She stands for what humanity isn't. A philosphy to live by, a law to ignore, a religeon left unanwsered.