"Oh... I see...,"
Liz, left alone with her thoughts, couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and confusion in the absence of Gabriel's comforting presence.
As Liz lay alone on the bed, her gaze fixed on the moonlight pouring through the window, a realization struck her, prompting her to rise.
"Where is that plant? I feel like I kept it in here," Liz mused aloud, her eyes scanning the room as she sat up on the bed.
Determined to find it, Liz delved into her backpack, fingers navigating through various items. After about 10 minutes of careful searching, she felt the familiar texture – the Lunar Bloom, its delicate petals and vibrant glow concealed within the confines of her bag.
Liz's eyes brightened. "Ah, there you are."
She cradled the Lunar Bloom in her hands, appreciating the ethereal beauty it possessed. The roots dangled gracefully, and the flower seemed to respond to Liz's touch, as if eager to find a new home.
