BRIAN
VON RUEDEN

Tiny sprouts peeked up like baby dragon toes.
Trying to get a closer look, I stepped off the path
into the dirt—crunch.
I stared at the footprints I’d made.
“Wish there was a line I could see,” I muttered.
Daddy said, “There is. You’ll find it next time.”

Phoros pressed a single seed into the soil.
It drank sunlight and grew fast.
When the bud opened,
the air filled with a sweet, dizzy smell—
like honey and thunder mixed together.
“Whoever tastes it will never be sad,” he boasted.
But he was wrong.
His flower made people 
so hungry they forgot everything else.

Reimagining classic works (from Shakespeare to Mozart) with intimacy, clarity, and empathy. Visual storytelling through costume and texture.