What do William Faulkner, a swimming pool and a rose have in common?
They're all mentioned in a newly discovered Ransomware variant called WhiteRose.
The hacker behind it seems to fancy themselves as either a poet, a writer or a philosopher.
You decide which one, for yourself, after reading the most eloquent Ransomware ever seen, which BleepingComputer acquired:
The singing of the sparrows, the breezes of the northern mountains and smell of the earth that was raining in the morning filled the entire garden space. I'm sitting on a wooden chair next to a bush tree, I have a readable book in my hands and I am sweating my spring with a cup of bitter coffee. Today is a different day. Behind me is an empty house of dreams and in front of me, full of beautiful white roses. To my left is an empty blue pool of red fish and my right, trees full of spring white blooms. I drink coffee, I'll continue to read a book from William Faulkner. In the garden environment, peace and quiet. My life always goes that way. Always alone without even an intimate friend. I have neither a pet, nor a friend or an enemy; I am a normal person with fantastic wishes among the hordes of white rose flowers. Everything is natural. I'm just a little interested in hacking and programming. My only electronic devices in this big garden are an old laptop for do projects and an iPhone for check out the news feeds for malware analytics on Twitter without likes posts. Believe me, my only assets are the white roses of this garden. I think of days and write at night: the story, poem, code, exploit or the accumulation of the number of white roses sold and I say to myself that the wealth is having different friends of different races, languages, habits and religions, Not only being in a fairly stylish garden with full of original white roses. Today, I think deeply about the decision that has involved my mind for several weeks. A decision to freedom and at the worth of unity, intimacy, joy and love and is the decision to release white roses and to give gifts to all peoples of the world. I do not think about selling white roses again. This time, I will plant all the white roses of the garden to bring a different gift for the people of each country. No matter where is my garden and where I am from, no matter if you are a housekeeper or a big company owner, it does not matter if you are the west of the world or its east, it's important that the white roses are endless and infinite. You do not need to send letters or e-mails to get these roses. Just wait it tomorrow. Wait for good days with White Rose. I hope you accept this gift from me and if it reaches you, close your eyes and place yourself in a large garden on a wooden chair and feel this beautiful scene to reduce your anxiety and everyday tension. Thank you for trusting me. Now open your eyes. Your system has a flower like a small garden; A white rose flower.I'm not exactly sure what the hacker means by 'gift' unless the person is talking about the encrypted files that
come with this poetry.
BleepingComputer has all the details on what the ransomware does and how decryption may be possible.
And screen shots of the 'art work' that comes along with the poetry.