“Alice and the Black Rose in the Glass Cabinet” sits motionless behind dusty glass, tangled in cobwebs, clutching a dried black rose. They say the flower bloomed only once — at midnight, when every candle in the house suddenly went out. Since then, the rose has never withered, and Alice keeps its petals trapped behind the glass cabinet. Her wide eyes follow every visitor, as if warning that it’s unwise to open the door and release whatever the cabinet is meant to hold inside.