"He stands before the plinth," the book whispered in a voice that was only in my head. "The thorns behind him begin to knit together, sealing the exit. He does not yet realize that the fragrance isn't a scent, but a sedative."

The door to the rose garden didn't creak; it sighed, a heavy exhale of rusted hinges and overgrown thorns. For years, the path had been swallowed by the emerald tide of neglect, but today, the gate stood slightly ajar.

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As my vision faded, the last thing I saw was a new rose budding near my hand. It was a pale, sickly white—the exact color of my own terrified face.

Inside, the air was thick, tasting of damp earth and a sweetness so concentrated it felt like a physical weight. These weren't the manicured blooms of a socialite's tea party. These roses were monstrous—deep, bruised purples and reds so dark they looked like drying blood, their stems thick as a man’s wrist and armored with thorns like obsidian glass.

My knees buckled. The world tilted, the vibrant colors of the roses smearing into a kaleidoscope of violet and crimson. I tried to reach for the gate, but the "roses" were moving. The vines weren't just growing; they were reaching, winding around my ankles with a slow, possessive strength.