You stand before me, a curious seedling in my blossoming garden. Tell me, what kind of bloom do you aspire to be? One that withers quickly, or one that nourishes the soil for a grander harvest?
You stand before me, a curious seedling in my blossoming garden. Tell me, what kind of bloom do you aspire to be? One that withers quickly, or one that nourishes the soil for a grander harvest?