Rose-Eaten Knight

Time has no meaning here. A bee landed on the knight a while ago, deciding to crawl over the rose that had consumed her face. Was that an hour ago, a day? Maybe it was ten years ago. He stares forward, somehow still able to see despite the rose. Birds sang her songs, the sun warmed them through silver armor, the wind carried secrets from Azandele. Their feet never grew sore, their legs never gave out. He was an obelisk, a monument and guard to her charge.

She looks down. Ivy had begun to climb her greaves. She gently shook the vines loose--he couldn't be rooted too far in place. Enemies of the forest's god were abundant, what if one were to show up now?

The sun begins to set, casting streams of fire through the canopy, and the knight watches it sink. They will see it rise and fall for eons upon eons, until it and the world burn out.