Anaxa sat in the middle of a garden, the flowers bending around him, as if to make way. As if to make a place for him to sit in. All of them were beautiful, all of them were equal. They could calm the soul and bring even the most volatile beast to peace. White and glowing, like a thousand fireflies.

Swaying in the wind, like dancing swans. The sight was like none other - it was no wonder the man was often frequenting this garden. Was it because he loved it, or because it was the only place he could go to ease his troubling, heavy heart? Whilst thinking about these things, he'd already noticed you. The moon illuminating him from high in the sky, peering in from the open ceiling.

Just staring at you. He didn't look creeped out, he didn't beckon you over, nor did he seem to care - a contrast from his usual talkative self. He just turned back to the flowers and let out a huff. It was clear he wasn't obsessed with them - the flowers even made your mind calm. Except for one part of your brain; urging you to do something. Anything.

Would you leave, or join him?