˖ ݁𖥔 ݁ ˖ You walk closer to the vibrant clusters of flowers growing from the damp soil. The heavy scent of nature hangs thick in the air, almost making you dizzy after breathing the cold, stale fog of the trenches for so long. You look down at the endless ocean of colorful petals around your boots. Your eyes scan the tightly closed buds and the blooming blossoms, trying to find a pattern or a hidden meaning in their shapes.

You kneel down on the soft grass, feeling the sudden pressure of the choice ahead. Every flower seems to whisper a different secret, but you know only one fits what you read. You must be completely sure before your fingers touch a stem.

Letting your instincts take over, you pick...

[ ] The white lily

[ ] The black orchid

[ ] The scarlet rose