An envelope crafted from sterile parchment and even plainer white paper within shows obvious and careless signs of having been tampered with. The seal of a lavender sprig is visibly destroyed, clearly having been opened and resealed with a hot, flat instrument that robbed the letter of any poetry. "Alice, The initial introduction to the Sanatorium has been. . . Bleak, to say the least. The journey over, I held out hope that Leonard might yet come. Every step, I could fee

A small sprig of lavender lay pressed into the wax seal on the letter. The ink of some of the words has been smeared and blotted dry after being dampened with droplets. "Leonard, My Love, I have miss you terribly. Last we spoke, you mentioned that you had found work on one of those ships that can ride the wind like waves. I had every intention of being patient and minding myself until your return, but terrible news have befallen me..."

A letter made of parchment and a hushed touch of purple ink is carefully tucked in an envelope. Within the envelope is a single dried daffodil, a gift to its intended. "Alice, I cannot fathom it. Father has sent for a carriage to be here by evening. He has told the servants to begin collecting some of my gowns, toiletries, and a few spools of thread so I might continue my needlework. What good will needlework do me from within the asylum?..."

A letter written in a beautiful script and perfumed with the scent of basil and lavender from the few botanicals left tucked within the envelope.