A long time ago, before the world turned its heart to ice, two flowers blossomed in the sun.
One was a good flower, with petals as full as the midnight moon, blue as the skies and soft as a midnight whisper.
The other was also beautiful, but had not grown in such good soil, it held its petals as high as it could, but couldn't reach the sun's light.
Not wanting his friend to suffer and die, the first flower twisted itself around the other, pulling them both into the sun.
"Oh no," said the second flower, "this is not good for your stem, you should just leave me die, then you can grow healthy alone."
"I do not care," said the first flower, "I can be happy helping you, and when you have grown strong, we can be happy together."
As time passed, the flowers grew, and eventually the second flower bloomed, deep amethyst petals that reached for the heavens, glorious and dark.
Soon, it became the center of attention in the garden, drawing gazes from far and wide.
"Oh look my friend," said the fir