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Epigraph

"And in the depths of my dreams I see us playing in that secret rose garden and your hair and your heart as it flows and falls like the wind in the trees and the water in the seas and quite honestly I might just have lost sense of it all, I'm drowning, up shaken, —cause you've left me with such an imprint I'm barely dreaming; I'm awakened."

— Eulalia Lovelace.

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𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨; meaning; rosary. A name derived from a title given to the Virgin Mary "Our Lady of the Rosary." It refers to the rosary—a chain of beads used by Catholics for their devotion. The word rosary itself comes from the Latin "rosarium," meaning a garden or garland of roses.

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𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬

Laurentz was never made perfect in their eyes. Aurelia, was perfection in a perfume bottle. Intoxication makes you do reckless things. But love; makes you a martyr.

She was the dream; the sleeping beauty. And he; he was the nightmare.

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Aurelia Rosario and Laurentz Allard have known each other practically their whole lives. Growing up together in the town of Bordeaux, France, where everything seemed too big, too unfamiliar, they knew of nothing much other than themselves. As children, they used to be inseperable. Always playing around in the gardens. But something happened, something changed. And eventually time grew big as time does, and they grew apart; barely speaking to each other unless they absolutely had to.

But one August night, something changes, a tragedy seeping through the walls. Forced to talk again, old child's nag starts to break down the barriers they had set up to protect; protect them from themselves. From the possible destruction of a love that doesn't seem to be right in any way.

When all love you've ever known's in someone you can't possibly take home, what do you do with yourself? Your heart? Your soul? When the aching for someone becomes as unbearable as the aching in your own heart for what's right and what's wrong?

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For who views all-consuming love as salvation rather than destruction if not the hearts of those who love with their all?

For what stronger evidence of love is there than the devotion of a saint that in the name of love became a martyr?

For what is more beautiful than a heart loving so much it in the process falls itself apart?

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"The muse and the poet. The dream and the nightmare. The angel and the demon. The virgin and the hedonist. The singer and the guitarist. The fashionista and the musician. The princess and the wicked. The artist and the writer. The perfection and the mess. The pastel and the grey. The flowers and the briar. The rose and the thorn. The sun and the moon, and..."

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𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨
—The sleeping beauty ❦

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𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐳 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐝
—The nightmare ✮

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❦𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥❦

❝𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐈, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞; 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭.❞

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