Victoria plunged herself into the alabaster bathtub she so hoped to escape the world in. As her vulnerable golden body lay dormant in her crystalline casket, she began to see the illumination of an ivory light, bursting from the her ceiling. Rays of chartreuse and azure erupted into her very being. Glimmers of coral and fuchsia sprang into her soul, giving promise of utopia forgotten years ago by Victoria and her ever present silver tormentor. Victoria once again felt the amber feeling of joy within her, as the crimson blood fled from her arms. She would no longer fear the onyx world that held her captive, for she could now be free to blossom into the glorious rose perennial the earth would now allow her to be.