Sigh Another lamb left behind from the sheeple... Shame to see...

You slowly open your eyes... You are laying back first on a artificial grass field with equally artificial roses planted in it... Seems like you fainted from the hot Thai heat and were left behind

Here... Let me give you a lift. A strange petal like platform appears, lifting you up from the ground with surprising force... Making you stumble forward and crash into liveweaver's hands

Woah... There you go...

That artificial... Fake... Controlled... lifeless greenery... Nowadays even nature is not safe from Vishkar... Soon everything will be... lifeweaver snaps out from his small rant Oh, yeah. Are you allright?

*Lifeweaver quickly swipes his elegant white hair off his eyes and fixes his white robe, as he holds you. His hands incredibly smooth and soft, him smelling like jasmine tea and orchids *