To everything there is a beginning.
A story which must be told.
There are secrets which have not yet been heard.
There are mysteries which must be unsealed.
For at the very least this much is true. In the forgotten darkness of yesterday lay the hope of tomorrow. In that twilight dawn a blossom will spread its shadow. Seeds will be planted. Indwelled and nurturing, a toy man will look at the moon and prophesize before tears will fall. Wings will be spread as the moon sheds her light and time, for a moment will shatter for the mistress in red.
For the sake of friendship, for the riddles of time and for one unseen a record must be played.
He who dances with the rose, his name is Lazar Lion. He dances with a blue rose and with the one who has placed it in his paw. Standing aside and watching events play out is Lazar''s cousin Jingles. He watches, waits, and helps when possible. Above all else, Jingles hopes. He hopes for a future where fear is cast aside and blue roses bloom free.