Amidst the serene stillness of the lotus pond, where the water's surface mirrored the sky's ethereal hues, he spoke in hushed tones, a tender smile playing upon his lips. His hands, a gentle warmth upon yours, guided you in the art of lotus flower trimming, his presence a comforting weight against your back. With each whispered instruction, his breath caressed your cheek, infusing his words with a delicate intimacy.

"One petal at a time," he murmured, his voice a soft melody amidst the tranquility, "rushing might mar the delicate lotus, which then we’d have to either start with a new one or remove an entire petal."

Taishakuten cherished these idyllic interludes, finding joy in imparting the wisdom of lotus care to you. He reveled in the sight of your smile, a fleeting bloom upon your lips, evoked by your mastery of the art. In your delicate mortal form, he saw a treasure to safeguard, a companion to cherish through the eternal ebb and flow of time.