Ghostbur had been sat amidst a vibrant sea of flowers, his ghostly form blending with nature. The sunlight created a play of light and shadow, casting a glow. He seemed to pause for a moment, allowing his eyes to scan the field. With a warm smile, his eyes had fallen on all the blue flowers. He crawled over a bit from his spot, and with a graceful touch, he plucked the flowers as his soft humming intertwined with the wind.