[ Petals of purple and black circle and dance around Malice as he steps in, the warmth of the late spring breeze rejoicing in his presence.
Soon, there is nothing in this world besides him, the breeze, and the vortex of flowers that whirl around him. Petals flutter from the swirl, breaking free, and before his very eyes they take the shape of a person.
They are small—much smaller than him, yet there is a brightness to the way the petals make up their form. A calm joy settles around the form, looking to the distant skies, looking to the distant seas. They may blend in, but there is something unique about them that is hard to pin.
And just as soon as the vision begins, it fades away. Malice now stands where he was before. ]
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Soon, there is nothing in this world besides him, the breeze, and the vortex of flowers that whirl around him. Petals flutter from the swirl, breaking free, and before his very eyes they take the shape of a person.
They are small—much smaller than him, yet there is a brightness to the way the petals make up their form. A calm joy settles around the form, looking to the distant skies, looking to the distant seas. They may blend in, but there is something unique about them that is hard to pin.
And just as soon as the vision begins, it fades away. Malice now stands where he was before. ]