Phoenix Prince.

The rose wilted before her eyes.  Its petals drooped and sagged and a chorus of birds resounded around her, singing their mournful tune.  The glass encasement, which held the rose, shattered as it fell from her hands.  She fled to the ballroom and watched, horrified, as the last golden phoenix prince fell from the sky.

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