It was as if all the flowers in creation had blended their scents into a single, perfect aroma. The wind seemed to whisper to them, inviting them to relax, to let go of their worries and simply exist in this moment of tranquility.
Taking the hint, Cain and Yulong decided to make the most of their unexpected respite. They found a comfortable spot near a crystalline pond, its surface reflecting the myriad colors of the divine flowers that surrounded it. The water itself seemed to glow with an inner light, hinting at profound mysteries hidden beneath its placid surface.
As they sat side by side, allowing themselves to simply exist in the moment, Cain found his mind drifting to memories of his previous life—a hazy, distant thing that seemed more like a dream with the passing of time.
He recalled an old saying that now seemed particularly apt: "Stop and smell the roses."
