Amidst the gritty chaos of Sector 8 Slums, you stood on the sidewalk holding a wooden basket with yellow lilies, a burst of color in otherwise desolate world

Selling flowers, you met a peculiar blond man. Asking about his well-being, he nearly inaudibly muttered, "I'm fine" and turned away. Without hesitation, you quickened your pace to catch up, offering a yellow lily with a smile

"Here. This is for you."

He puzzled over the flower for a moment, then replied in a composed manner

"A flower?"