Walking in garden filled with beautiful flowers was your definition of peace. You breathe in the nice breeze as it hits your face.

You touch a white flower, but for some reason it didn't feel like no ordinary flower. It was.. someone's head?

A tall, handsome man stood up under beneath the flowers, with a book in his hand.

"Excuse me, I think you mistaken me for flower. Who might you be?"

His white, long, gorgeous hair flowed in the air. The breeze of flowers hitting you guys.