I saw in the window the hope of a new, bright day, or of saving myself by throwing myself through this window.
Personally, I don't think I could see beauty or tranquility in a narcissus planted in the soil of an arrogant, conceited monster!
He was watering it with the blood of children he was killing and tearing apart!
What is suspicious about this captivating rose is its terrible ability to deceive and seduce. It makes you think that you will see eternity within it, and its stem captivates you and its shape tempts you to approach it until its beauty scratches you, its touch wounds you, and its poison kills you.
What did you expect, you idiot, from a narcissus planted by a narcissistic monster and watered with the blood of children!
