This peculiar image came about during another one of my mental fogs, I was attending a local furry sketch night were we actually get together and sketch (what a concept ^_^) we decided to warm up by doing a word association exercise, the word of course was Roses, now how the hell does one come to this as a conclusion when thinking of romantic buds? well I was thinking about what a rose looks like exactly, then I referenced one of my favored shows, it depicted a man talking about a dream he had, where he saw himself lying in a huge field of roses, he describes the scent and smell so vividly, but as it goes on, he notices’ that he’s not able to move only lie there, he’s comforted but still he never moves time passes, the roses stay, but his body changes, it starts to soften and change, more time passes the roses still beautiful, his body, it starts to rot, this point he realizes he is dead and has been for a time, his body slowly but surely decomposes, it festers and changes into so many disturbing faces, all this betheld by the huge and beautiful field of roses <wags tail and smiles)