Whether they liked it or not, everyone walked down the hillside along a small path, half a meter wide, running through the middle of the grassland.
The Inspector stood by the long table, seemingly kindly reminding them: "When making a decision, be resolute and firm, for when the sun goes down, those beautiful flowers will go to sleep."
Everyone quickened their pace.
—— The most beautiful flower should, of course, be picked at its most stunning bloom.
This game seemed quite easy right now, just involving picking a flower. Anyone of normal aesthetic judgment could differentiate between beauty and ugliness. Picking a beautiful flower should be pretty effortless.
But, such an apparently easy game had around a 50% elimination rate.
Of the 18 people, only 10 would remain.
"In the story of Socrates, the ending was that nobody picked an apple they were satisfied with."
