Once upon a time, there lived a boy known only as the wanderer. An orphan child, unable to speak or write, he had journeyed all across the globe in search of a home and family. In a small coastal village on Ireland's eastern shore, he thought he had found them at last. And in the form of a girl with purple glasses, he thought he had found love. Unable to tell the girl how he felt, he looked for something to make her. In a book, 'Of Lost and Extinct Flowers,' he found a passage on the rose: a flower as white as snow, its petals as soft as silk, and without any scent at all. And so the wanderer set out to make a rose. But that was not so simple as it seemed...
—Anonymous