the withered remains of once petaled roses scattered all over the ivory tiles in a small town called Mosaic. The road beside it, unlike the city streets, was empty as the town was drained.
Years and years have eroded away the fragile community of a laidback town and many young men have lost their passionate roses for the imaginary honours greenback, that cities with distinguished names had, promised.
a french town without love, only greed. it is already happening