IN No Where

In this universe, where the sun is the queen of the galaxies, the stars and the planets are dancing their usual universal valse. There's a lonely planet, perfectly created, mysteriously alive.
Through the white clouds that move slowly, in which time crawls and continents on which little creatures live, and in the center of this world in a lost point of this area, the sun never sets, and every grain of sand cracks under your feet.
The rain never falls; you can find a one and only one desperate wild rose, planted in no where in this triangle, every petal moves gently with the untamed wind, so soft like silk, so red like wine. Her stem was thornless and so green like never before. But inside it there's a small drop of mist still alive, hidden from centuries ago and still so round and beautiful..... get it for me.