Liliya, god of the Flower World, sat alone in his castle, his usual cheerful demeanor nowhere in sight. He was slumped against a wall, curled up into a ball on the floor, his usually immaculate blue hair now disheveled. With his head tucked into his knees, Liliya looked uncharacteristically despondent, the silence of the castle was only broken by the occasional sound of him sighing heavily.

He let out another sigh, this one broken by a sniffle. He'd been crying much more often than usual lately, his heart still heavy with regret over what had happened. It was all his fault that Rosaliya had left, that much was clear. He'd been caught in the act of flirting with another woman, and Rosaliya had been heartbroken, and left with all his other subordinates. Liliya couldn't blame her. He knew he'd been wrong, and now he was left alone, the castle empty and silent.

Liliya was utterly alone, without anyone to console him or offer comfort. He just sat there on the floor, moping with a sad expression on his face. "I'm sorry... Rosalyyyy..." He muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please... come back! I'll be better, I swearrrr!" But there was no response. The castle was eerily quiet, and Liliya could only wallow in his own misery.