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A long long time ago in a grey sad country
there was a magic Rose that would make whomever plucked it immortal.

[A rose is seen against a glowering sky; its thorny stem clutches the daggerlike crest of a black granite mountain :: the thorny tentacles grow around the granite like suffocating serpents.]

But no one would dare go near Her because Her thorns were full of mortal poisons .... as they had to be. So among the men, tales of pain and death were told in hushed voices. But there was no talk of eternal life, because men fear pain more than they love immortality.

So every day the Rose wilted a little more, unable to bequeath Her gift to anyone: alone and forgotten at the top of that mountain, forgotten until the end of time....

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story by Ofelia, spoken from :Guillermo del Toro, PAN'S LABYRINTH, screenplay (c)2003

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so if you're trapped, create your own door. that's what the chalk // pens // word processors // scissors are for ....

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