*you take a stroll in a new garden in your community, flowers of all types can be seen, well decorated for the passing spring and oncoming summer, a flower catches your eye, it's the first bloomed rode in the rose bush, you hear a calling, to come closer, admire it, touch it, you reach out your hand, you prick your finger on a thorn, passing out instantly

You wake up in what seems to be a royal garden, a man can be seen wearing red clothes of noble status, he seems to have been waiting for you*