Hey Chihuahua,

O Nameless Phantom, thief of the flower which bore no fruit… Should love alone prove insufficient; what value then, lies in our selfish pursuits? Enshrined in a glass of resin, a single white chrysanthemum hides a mother’s shameful past. A past she now recalls out loud within the confines of an unlikely sanctuary that is the silent, unjudging hospital room guarding her comatose younger son from the imminence of death. After all, a lady’s secret, is a secret forever.