The secret of how the Ocean said to the Moon “Milady, you’re stirring me up”, the fishermen rushed on to save their boats and somewhere in Africa a rose was born from the eruptive ashes of the love between the Earth and Sky – the first Black Rose.
In the Middle ages, the Black Rose travelled the Silk road, like a kiss sent from the Aurora in the East towards the twilight of the West.
It’s been an inexplicable scar on the fabric of faith, a perplexing being, of which stories have been told by both travelers such as Marco Polo and mystics as count Calistro.
Today, the very same Black Rose is still here, destined to form this invisible line between the mundane and the exceptional. This distinction. The metamorphosis of all senses and meaning. The virtue which devours all trivialities.