Farcaster

In the heart of the dry and burning desert, a thorn flower has grown; born of pain, but adorned with beauty. It has a thorn in its embrace, but in its heart lies a tenderness that makes the eyes of every passerby stare at it. The thorn flower is a symbol of contradiction; beauty in the midst of wounds, softness next to hardship. It is as if nature wanted to say with it: even in the midst of the most difficult circumstances, one can bloom, one can be beautiful, albeit with thorns to defend oneself.