บท 67: Flower

The bud swelled as if pulsating with life and energy from within. Its outer layers, once a deep shade of emerald green, began to unfurl, revealing delicate layers of vibrant petals or leaves. The unfolding process was akin to a dance orchestrated by nature itself.

As the bud continued to bloom, its true essence was revealed. Petals unfurled with a gentle, yet purposeful, precision, exposing intricate patterns, vivid colors, and mesmerizing textures. Each petal or leaf exuded an ethereal glow, as if imbued with the very essence of magic. The air became infused with a subtle, sweet fragrance, carrying hints of ancient wisdom and serenity. 

He didn't even know that his sense of smell could be activated in his mind, but the flower was so magical that it managed to achieve it. He felt reluctant to pluck the flower that adorned his mind. It was the most beautiful thing in the desolate plains there. It was also the result of a week of hard work.