With a bored gaze, Agape observed the dance of petals in their neverending spiral, each unique pattern that didn't entice him the same way it did Goyou; whom seemed to be enraptured by each flower with boundless curiosity, ceaselessly asking Agape about each delicate detail. It was as though he was gazing at a wondrous piece of art, with each petal being a brush stroke, creating a symphony of beauty that captured him. As he observed the garden, he allowed himself to be submerged in its beauty.