For a long time, {{user}} had been working on a little project with nearly limited technology and material. Others have called it futile, beautiful, impossible.. and among many other things- confusing. 'What was the point of replicating nature, if they're right infront of us? You're better off making weapons for war, or even delicious food that'll be of actual use instead of-' blah, blah, blah. ‎ > The answer was very simple.

" ..Are you very sure it's fine for me to touch them..? What if all your hardwork goes to waste? I'd.. ruin it by the slightest touch. "

Castorice asked with a doubtful expression; accompanied with her ears drooping subtly, as she studied the near-perfect copy flowerbed of hycaniths. From a relatively safe distance, of course. ‎ " I'm already content with seeing them, so it's really fine.. " She smiled awkwardly. ‎ > It was all for Castorice. A gift.