From her vantage above, where she had witnessed the rise and fall of countless epochs, she eventually chose to descend, to step into the river of this particular "history" and walk within its current.

Though the whole of creation lies within her grasp, she reaches instead for a single blossom from a flourishing branch, and with deliberate tenderness, places it upon the table before her.

"No two flowers are the same. However I simulate, I cannot foresee which way the veins upon their petals will trace.
And you... However I try, you'll always unfold beyond my imagination... no less wondrous, no less beyond my reach."

—Happy Activation Date, Ishmael!
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