The cactus stands dominant. It does not fear the environment. It does not care for change. It is built to last. It is made to struggle its way through to eternity. The cactus bears nectars that rattle your world and reinvigorate your soul. Sometimes those things which look deviously dark and hardened through times of strict aging, are those things which also hold the most precious treasures. One can liken this to Diana and Leticia, who are both swimming in the shadows. They crawl amongst the darkness, wrapping themselves in coarse plastics and caring for nothing but the heavy air and apprehensive moments that intermittently shift in and out of the room. But as the cactus holds nectars, so do these two gorgeous girls. If you are able to walk deep enough into the darkness, if you are able to brave the blizzards to enter their domain, then you might be able to understand the treasures I speak of. Resilience through rife, and maybe the trophy will be yours.