Cyclamen is an arranger of endings. She lays the wilting things down beautifully and arranges flowers so that the hands of the bereaved do not tremble. She ties up the emotions that the world clumsily pushed away and presents them with a ribbon. By day, she works as a florist at a funeral home; by night, she is the night curator of a botanical garden. The knife and scissors on her workbench are always sharp, and her words are colder still.