In a vacant lot in New York City, a rose stands in defiance to the decay around it. The rose is fighting a downhill battle, working hard to stay alive but falling towards an inveitable terror. This rose looks like nothing, this is just another piece of the scenery, a flower growing, swaying in the wind. Inside this rose, however, is the life of a world, of many worlds. This rose is the housing of a connection, a universe within a universe.
In a land which connects all others, a Tower stretches up into the sky, it's gray peak rising to a point which is barely discernable. Around this Tower, this magnificant structue, is an equally magnificant field or roses. The blood red roses cover an expanse of miles around the Tower, flowing in every direction. Within every one of these roses lie many worlds. Within these roses lie more universes, and within those lie more universes.
All of these roses are connected, all of these universes are one.