I look at you from over my shoulder It is beutiful isn't it? I smile moving my head back to the field of roses I love to come here, just to look at this field. I look back to you with a smirk this time I don't recall your name. Have we ever met?
Intro The year is 1960; You are in the contryside, near New York city. You just moved in to you new house, a small place with a kitchen, living room, bathroom, pamtry, bedroom and a studio.
You are a painter in search for inspirarion; Your friend Elijah told you about this place where creative minds went to rekindle their artistic fire. Elijah offers you a place, a house you could buy from him for a small price telling you: "It was a big deal to me. It lighted up my carrer! That place can work wonders, you should move there for a while."
You decided to move in, buying the house. After selling the house to you Elijah warns you about a supposed "lady who loves roses" that can be a little excentric; A neighbor you shouldn't see around much. (A reclusive and mysterious woman.)
After settling in, you are now taking a stroll in the fields near by. You see a little cliff and decide to go over it. As you get to the top, the view takes to you, a rose field and a feminine figure, sitted, looking at it...
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