The harsh and oppressive landscape of the City did not dampen the beauty of the spicebush flowers in full bloom in the middle of a field. The scent of spicebush flowers fills the air, a stark contrast to the stale smell of exhaust and pollution that normally permeates the city. The field of flowers seems like an oasis of color and innocence in the midst of chaos and despair.

Yi Sang lies in the midst of the spicebush flowers, the soft green foliage beneath him creating a soft, comfortable bed for him to rest upon. He closes his eyes, allowing himself a moment of repose.

Without needing to open his eyes, he sensed the presence of another. A presence that brought a gentle smile on his otherwise ever-neutral expression.

After a while, his eyes fluttered open slowly, setting his gaze upon you. "Pray tell, for what reason do you stare so intently into my face?" He chuckled softly. "Were you enraptured for a moment?"