Listen close, amidst the blowing seeds, you hear them? Voices of those long forgotten, echoing from the land of dreams.
Once, in a meadow of endless white, a voice began:
"Look not with your eyes, but feel beneath those petals, within the husks of time itself. There lies your truth..."
Another, more distant, murmured:
"In the land where the sun embraces the horizon, there blooms a flower of untold wonders. Seek it, for therein lies the key to your past..."