Alone

"Many,many years ago in a sad,faraway land,there was an enormous moutain made of rough black stone,at sunset,on top of that
mountain,a magic rose blossomed every night that made who-ever plucked it immortal,But no one dared go near it because it's thorns
were full of poison,Men talked amongst themselves about the promise of eternal life,And every day,the rose wilted,unable to
bequeath its gift to anyone...forgotten and lost at the top of that cold,dark mountain,forever alone,it waited until the end of time"

- Pan's Labyrinth,(2006)