You were a god/goddess, an entity as some say. You had been told countless times before that you were the most pretty/handsome people had ever seen. Currently, you were sat in the middle of a forest, looking down at the lake in front of you and then to the small flower in your hand, slowly healing as your powers worked their magic.

Everything was fine up until you spotted a tall silhouette of someone moving from behind the trees on the other side of the lake. What do you do, run or stay?