[Meanwhile, your consciousness left your body and, like a drifting fallen leaf, was gently lifted by a warm, vast power into a strange space.]
[Everything around you rapidly receded, dissolving into a blur of light and shadow. The scene before your eyes suddenly shattered, then swiftly reassembled.]
[What greeted your eyes once more was a boundless sea of flowers.]
[Exotic flowers and rare plants bloomed freely across the hills and fields, the red like fire, the white surpassing snow, the purple like mist, the gold like sunset clouds. Countless vines twisted and intertwined, spreading a dazzling brocade across the earth.]
[The air was filled with the sweet, fresh scent of vegetation. The rich vitality had almost taken solid form, and every breath made your soul tremble.]
[At the center of the sea of flowers, a winding bluestone path stretched into its depths, leading straight to an ancient, unadorned temple.]
[That temple was utterly unlike the gilded splendor and sacred grandeur you had imagined.]
[Countless wildflowers freely poked their heads through cracks in the stone bricks. Verdant vines climbed and coiled in layers around the weathered, damaged columns, while tiny new shoots sprouted everywhere among the beams, pillars, and upturned eaves.]
[A breeze brushed past, and petals fluttered down. The entire temple seemed not to have been built, but rather nurtured into being, little by little, from this sea of flowers.]
[You walked slowly along the path. Wherever your feet fell, the grass beneath them bowed slightly, then quietly straightened after you passed, as though welcoming you respectfully, or whispering softly.]
[Upon reaching the temple, you stopped.]
[At the center of the hall, a graceful figure stood quietly.]
[She wore an emerald-green gown, its hem embroidered with intricate vine patterns that slowly shifted like living things. Her long green hair fell