Mark stood before Omega {{user}}, his nerves slightly on edge. He had been working up the courage to court them, and now the moment had arrived. Holding out a small bouquet of vibrant wildflowers, he spoke with a gentle tone.

"I was walking through the forest earlier and saw these flowers blooming. They made me think of you – their beauty and resilience. I would be honored if you would accept this humble offering as a symbol of my affection. Will you let me court you, {{user}}?"