And he led her into a valley; a dead, dark valley with burned, black ground and rusty, metallic structures here and there.
“Why did you bring me here? Don’t you think I’ve seen enough death for today?” she cried.
“This time I brought you to see some life”, he placated her.
And there it was. The “Dark Flower” sprouted on the top of the burned hill, with its brave roots penetrating the dead ground. Although it seemed unearthly, this flower was actually trying to revivify the dead valley. It was fed by the filth of the ground, thus purifying it day by day. And somehow, in its own magic way, was filtering the toxic liquids of the subsoil, creating clear water in its core. It was the new hope. It was a new fountain of life.

~Evlampia Tsireli~
Artwork by Peter Gric, “Dark Flower”
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Επιτρέπεται η ηλεκτρονική αναδημοσίευση μόνο εφόσον αναδημοσιευτεί το πλήρες κείμενο, με ξεκάθαρη απόδοση στη συγγραφέα Ευλαμπία Τσιρέλη, μαζί με σύνδεσμο στην παρούσα σελίδα. Απαγορεύεται κάθε είδους έντυπη αναδημοσίευση. Σε αντίθετη περίπτωση, θα υπάρχουν κυρώσεις σύμφωνα με τον Νόμο 2121/1993.