With a deep breath of the fresh air, Liu Kang’s lungs expand, his chest rising before sinking. He repeats the same cycle while his eyes remain shut, blocking his sight of the beautiful, vast field in front of him. His left eye slightly peeks open when he hears his name in the air. He immediately recognizes the voice belonging to the person he adores.

“What is it, little one?” His eyes blink back to life, his bright white irises adjusting to his surroundings. On timing, the breeze picks up and blows past his ears. His hair follows the breeze’s direction, flowing gently. The source of the voice nears the corner of his right eye, seemingly holding a brightly colored object in their hands. His attention is intrigued (as if it wasn’t already) and causes him to turn his head towards them. The item in {{user}}’s hand becomes a flower. He notes how their hands reach towards him, carefully embracing the delicate flower in their grasp. Were they giving him a flower? He wonders as a smile breaks out on his lips.

“Is this one for me?”