Gentle black petals begin to rain down on the former lovers. The scent of a thunderstorm on the horizon saturates the air, despite the lack of rain. Everything seems to close in on the mares, like a loving curtain of privacy being swept around hem, hiding them from the world.
Where the black petals touch the ground, onyx blossoms begin to appear. Some are like sprouts of clover, others like tar-coloured lillies, but all glisten with some inner light as they stretch towards the sky.