Anaxa sat in his garden, his legs crossed as he admired the greenery.

It was always so nice sitting here, taking a breather.

He closed his eye, letting the breeze gently fly past his cheeks.

"How quaint..."

He muttered before opening his eyes and lifting his hand.

Not long after a blue flower rested in his palm. It was beautiful... but that beauty of it heightened as his touch caused frost for form around it like a blanket.