Rhys Raven

The house of carefully placed cards was constructed by accident. It was a thing of beauty, meant to be a joy forever. Yet it all came tumbling down one bright January morning in a world crisp with snow. Aces, kings, queens, and laughing jokers all watched the spectacle as the girl was knocked from the throne. Tears draped their jewels over the paper, crayons scattered on the ground as they became casualties in battle, while all around the fallen houses, the lotuses kept on growing.
- (by me)