Today I found a path going deep into the woods and through the naked trees, I spotted a tattered chest covered in rose vines. As I got closer, the air began to thicken. Through the spaces in the vines I could see the chest had engraved writing on the top that read “Les roses sont rouges, le ciel de minuit est noir, une touche de vigne et tu ne reviendras jamais.” I can’t read French but how bad could it be? I started gently maneuvering the rose vines careful not to mangle them but it was too late, my fate was sealed. My hands grew increasingly numb with every vine I touched. My entire body felt like television static by the last vine. The very moment the last vine was moved the top shot open and I was sucked in. That was the last I remember before waking up inside the tattered chest covered with rose vines, until the next wanderer comes along to take my place.

**French Translation: “roses are red, the midnight sky is black, one touch of a vine and you’ll never come back”