What happens when you are the only one? What happens when you leave your world, and you are left to wilt like an elegant rose who has had its fun in the sun? I suppose that only I know. I suppose that only I have felt what it is like. I suppose that only I can resurrect myself, and only I will ever come to terms with my being here... so I'll just get on with it.

-Ahem-

Hello.

My name is Lily Blossom.

I do not exist.