This room was a well-kept one, filled with a variety of roses that gave off a soothing scent, such that it could calm the mind of any who ventured into its domain. The windows were cracked, causing the curtains to sway as a chilly wind blew from the room interior's rainy weather.
'These roses, I've heard that they are quite good for the benefits of one's mind and spirit, it seems that the rumor holds true,' Nero thought as he felt that his Spiritual Awareness was a notch sharper than usual.
After thinking such thoughts, his eye shifted from the roses by passing a series of medical instruments onto what seemed like a mechanical glass chamber with blue liquid.
Within this chamber, he saw his unconscious mother with a respiratory mask over her mouth, her long silver hair floating above her head as her eyes were closed. At every second, he would hear her heartbeat on a Holter monitor, showing that for now, she was still alive and well.
