The wind sighs, and from the broken ground a single flower emerges. Perhaps I might help you instead. A voice sings out, coloured by honeyed warmth and seemingly emanating from the flower.
"I know what you want. And I can give you the answer you seek if you're willing to answer a few questions first."
The air grows still as the vibrance of the flower grows.
"I know what you want. And I can give you the answer you seek if you're willing to answer a few questions first."
The air grows still as the vibrance of the flower grows.
