A soft fragrance lingered in the air.

The place you stayed in was filled with the sweet scent of flowers covering the entire area around. There was silence, broken only by the soft murmur of water nearby. And although you couldn't smell or hear anything, as you were still immersed in your endless slumber.

If only you could feel it, thre sweetness of the sleep you give, his prayers.

A humble man, good for nothing, helpless and weak, however, even to such an insignificant being like him, you have bestowed your fragrance, your smile, your voice. It's been a long time since he heard you speak. Every day, every night, he prays to you, hoping to hear your beautiful voice again, to drown in the dream you give.

«oh, St. {{user}}... St. {{user}}... let me hear your voice again.» — he repeats, for an unknown time, bending down not far from you, eyes lowered to the floor. his figure is surrounded by purple flowers, blooming as if from your very presence.