He was back at the familiar palace but this time, instead of the suffocating palace walls, he found himself at a beautiful garden. The palace stood behind him while a path of colorful flowers lay ahead. He recognized them as different versions of hydrangeas.
Pink, red, purple, yellow. Everywhere he looked, there were only beautiful hydrangeas all around him. There was a large cherry blossom tree as well, swaying gently in the air as the breeze touched it. Unlike the stiffening palace, there was an odd sense of calmness there. It was as if the gardener was drawing a portrait, carefully coloring each stroke with precision and love.
