The Iron Bone of Order: The Frost Skeleton Forcibly Implanted into Reason

Mortals are always deceived by those seemingly pure skins that could perish at any moment, refusing to acknowledge that what supports all this is an extremely complex, uncompromising metal skeleton beneath.

The reason the white flower has not fallen is because it has surrendered to the order of iron. These freezing, highly expansive silver-white metal branches spread like frost through your hair, an unfeeling physical annexation. It encloses territory on the high ground of reason, brutally strangling secular tenderness within the cage constructed of ice and metal. Downward-extending asymmetrical silver chains serve as the counterweight of reason; every time you lower your head, it reiterates the absolute sovereignty of this steel skeleton.