Once upon a time, there was a flower garden. No one knew why it was there, it just was, and it stayed. It stayed and it stayed and it stayed. Stayed through the worst drought. Stayed through the worst wars. Stayed through the constant picking of children. And sometimes, there were holes in it. Holes where children came digging. Holes that scientists couldn’t find the meaning of. Holes that reckless adventurers would explore. But it’s mystery shall never be known. Because I keep my secrets and I keep them well.