With no life left in it, Athan put the dead flower back in the soil and stood there, watching it with a bland expression. He couldn't really comprehend what he was feeling. His being was taken over by a sense of guilt, for it was him who took it out of the ground and subsequently ended its life. A strange pressure was surging inside him. His hands felt a little shaky, eyelids gradually closing, darkening his vision.

  His soul turned solemn. 

  After remaining in that state of bitterness for a while, he was suddenly taken by surprise, realising that the hue of the sky was changing into a more orangish and darker form. The lone star that was lighting up the earth below, started its descend, gradually hiding itself in the horizon. Athan was taken out of his trance and his attention shifted once again to the mighty view that was hanging above the lands. After taking a closer look at the star, he was tempted to follow its path, thus, he got up and began walking in the same direction. He didn't take many steps, because soon enough, he reached the edge, discovering that the ground he was standing on was not the surface of the planet. It was elevated. 

  He was born on top of a mountain, the highest one in all the realm. Athan was bewildered by the view below, he saw an entire new plane of existence unravel before him. A world so large and full of all kinds of different landscapes and creations. 

  The young man, amazed with the newfound knowledge of the world and combined with his determination to accomplish his mission, set off to venture into the unknown.

As he looked back for one last time, he admired his birthplace and all its glory, with its soft grass, its pure pond and its pretty flowers. Yet, he was frozen upon seeing the once bright crimson flower, laying empty on the ground, whose color had turned into a thick black and its glow to no longer be spotted, devoid of any signs of life.

  He gently picked it off the ground and held it lightly in his palms, still unwilling to forget what he caused. With nothing to do other than lament, he decided to give it a fitting farewell ceremony. Holding it high in the air, he then left it to the hands of the aether, to be taken away to a far gentler place, where it will be treated with kindness and appreciated for its elegance, despite its dangerous body.

   As he let go of its remains, he noticed something rather peculiar. His palm was just the way it was when he was born, unscathed and unharmed. The wound caused form the flower’s treacherous dressing had vanished and the bleeding had seized, there wasn't even a single sign of harm whatsoever, like it never happened at all. It was miraculous. 

  Athan was healed.