Nearing the end of the garden, a patch of carnations catches your wandering gaze.
You draw closer and closer and begin to hear the whispers of the flowers, begin to see a tale unfold between them, a story of love, betrayal, blood and fear, but no forgiveness.
You try to leave the flowers clutches but the screams are now stuck to you, the cries for help, the blood gurgling, and a simple phrase that made you shiver.
"Leave soon, or you will witness carnage"
Scrambling between thoughts of terror and denial, putting together everything you saw and felt before it all makes sense, all will die before you if you don't hurry.
You had forgotten how frightening night can be when day brings no more safety and life, so you understand now that the dawn of this world is it's end, and it's drawing closer amd closer as you keep moving, moving towards death.