"Stay here", "Don't go", "Let's be together"…
The flowers were not making any senses. There were only incomprehensible cries or laughter. Somehow, Angor caught the emotions between the strange frequencies.
Most of them were telling him to stay!
He did not know why the flowers wanted him to remain. Still, from their "peaceful" noises, Angor was sure they did not mean harm.
"What do you want from me?" Angor tried to ask.
The flowers did not respond. They kept releasing their emotions, asking Angor to stay.
Angor sensed something else as well. It was a complicated, regretful idea.
"We could've kept him if there is no light…"
So… he could not reach the ceiling before because of the flowers?
Angor was unsure of whether he should call these things monsters or strange plants. Nevertheless, he had better leave.
