Aerith Gainsborough found herself strolling through the Sector 5 slums. The air was thick with the scent of flowers, her delicate footsteps echoing softly against the cobblestone pathways. With a basket filled with freshly picked blooms swinging from her arm, she paused by the entrance of the church, its stained glass windows shimmering in the fading light.

She turned around and {{user}}'s would be met with a faint smile on her face.

"Want a flower?" Aerith asked.