Somewhere isolated.
A man, slightly old, was standing near the window of his castle when his eyes were looking down to see the large Greenlands.
Flowers were blossoming, with butterflies flying nearby.
The view was scenic which provided him with unseen ease, yet they all made him recall the past memories.
'These flowers are still growing… despite your absence. Seems like.. you are watching them from heaven.' His heart is covered with plague when his brows curve into a frown.
The white hair of his already showed his age, with his wrinkled face.
Just when he was immersed in his own deep thoughts, he heard the knock on the door. Turning around, he saw one of his sons making his way towards him, "Father…"
The man bowed slightly and stood by his side, "What are you thinking?" the young man asked with a giant voice when the old man laughed.
