Rose had never known light. For eighteen years, she'd lived alongside her mother in a pitch-black cave. Her mother would tell her stories, they would fight husks and bathe in the purple waters of their home. It was as comfortable a life as Rose believed she could hope for. She never asked for more. Then, her mother passed away.

Truthfully, maybe she wouldn't have left if that hadn't happened. But it did, and soon after, Rose found herself asking what exactly was hidden outside those complacent walls. What she didn't know was that her existence was exactly what the world had been waiting for.