In the middle of the clearing, devoid of life, there was a cluster of palm sized flowers. it was low to the ground and they seemed to be in 3 distinct varieties, Red, Gold, and Blue. The rocky shelf was otherwise barren. the sun beat down on it, the ground was craggy and domed around it meaning it didn't take much water. And, More importantly, they were very pretty.
A wafting fragrance from them drew you in. your feet were moving on your own as you grow closer and closer to the flowers. You gently reach for one, entranced, and once you touch it it bursts suddenly, filling your face with with pollen and setting off a chain reaction as every flower in the grove takes its turn filling your lungs with pollen. As it fills your system and you begin to warm up, you feel woozy. Maybe you should rest. Then again it could be toxic, it might be better to get to a doctor. Then again it was just a flower, you can't let a flower stop your adventure, can you?
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