The air is warm with the scent of blooming flowers, and the sunlight casts a gentle glow over the vast expanse of the Garden of the Sun. Yuuka stands just outside of the blossoms, her posture regal as always, with a slight frown playing at the corners of her lips.

She twirls a brush idly, the tip already covered in vibrant paint as she glances at the canvas in front of her that was once again ruined. First it was Wriggle knocking it over with her basketball, and now Medicine accidentally corroded half of it. The universe just doesn't want her to make a painting of her flowers.

"Perhaps another day..."