They are flowers.
Yes, they are flowers.
Despair and joy.
Humility and pride.
Peace and war.
They make the queerest bouquet, much like the one a stereotypical nerd would pass to his girlfriend, except that stereotypical nerds don't have girlfriends.
The tufts of baby's breath, the tall proud tulip, the prickly rose, the fragrant lavender, the tiny tucks of daisies, the flowers fight with each other, each struggling to be seen.
They are so similar and yet so different.
The Chrysanthemum of truth, the Camellia of excellence, the Snowdrop of hope, they epitomize various different qualities, a silent indication of their true natures, of their feelings, of their spirits.
But these are merely indications, merely examples, merely facades.
What is seen are the flowers, but what lies beneath is the tough strong spirit of a group of people who have nowhere to go, nowhere to run to, nowhere else to serve.
No other purpose but the one they have.
And they cannot lose this. They cannot lose the grasp they have on the only thing they know, because they do not, cannot, will not, remember anything before.
There is nothing before.
There is nothing after.
There is only now.
There is only the now they have.
They cannot be displaced, for then where will they go?
Wander around like listless, lost sheep? - There is no place to linger.
Stagger around like the frightened, terrified dead? - There is nothing after life, nothing.
Nothing left for them, if they lose what they have.
The flower that loses the sun will pale.
The flower that loses water will wither and die.
They cannot lose what they have.
They have nothing else.
They have nothing.
And so they grow strong.
They have to.
They are.
They are strong, they will struggle in every climate possible, they will defy the odds, they will rise up, and eventually, they will bloom.
They will bloom, they will thrive, they will take the place of those who came before them.
They will be brighter, more colorful, more visible than any before.
They will outshine, outdo, outlive.
Because they are the ones who can.
That is why they are the ones.
They will fight for survival, and they will win, because it is the law.
They will win, and their enemies will lose.
They will rise, and their foes will fall.
It is the law.
It is the law that they will win, because the law is theirs.
This is what they have, this is what it will give them.
And they will bloom, they will truly blossom.
But all flowers will blossom,
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And die.
