Toto

    There was once a tent of purity. She played out her peaceful life with love, light, peace, and happiness. To be in harmony with the white was enough. She was happy with her normal life and innocence.

    But one day, the wolves moved in. They destroyed her mind and soul. The wolves plundered and ate her innocence. Her reputation was torn to shreds. The tent was stained black and ripped open violently. Everything was stolen and damaged. All that was left was darkness and isolation. The tore bits of the tents flapped wildly around in the wind. All because of one small mistake. A mistake easily made by young innocent girls everywhere. A mistake made by flowers who were closed in most of their lives. A mistake that was unforgivable. Not to anybody. Not even to herself.