There are moments when the universe holds its breath-when the careful balance of all things teeters on the edge of a single choice, a single word, a single seed of thought that will either bloom into light or wither into shadow.
This is the story of such a moment.
It is the story of paradise found and paradise lost, of innocence confronted with experience, of light wrestling with darkness in the arena of the soul. It is the story of what happens when perfection meets imperfection, when the untested meets the tested, when those who have never known suffering encounter those who have known nothing else.
Some seeds grow into flowers. Others into thorns.
The question is not which seed you plant, but what you choose to cultivate.