He is the Beast who has no inner beauty, the Beast who has a tiny layer of golden colour between his skin and flesh, that some finds and believe is a goldmine. But they are wrong, and inside the Beast they find yellowish flesh and broken bones. For a while they believe Beast has his own inner beauty, but as time passes, in horror they realise their mistake.
They leave Beast to bleed from the wounds they’ve opened, searching for gold, and they leave the Rose to die, to drop its last petal.
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