It’s nice to meet you. Nice to meet you, sir. Well, I’m unsure. It doesn’t seem like it. But other times it does. Other times it seems so real I can not possibly imagine how it would be fake, nor a trick. I can not imagine the trickster energy present here. But how else do we move on? How do we go forward? What else can we possibly do?
I suppose lock yourself inside another dungeon. Only this time, there are flowers and plants. Friends, as a dog and a cat.
And that other plant too.