Honey-like sunshine fell on the garden, illuminating Elia's red hair. It looked like it was burning, burning so fiercely that you could even hear the ashes whispering in your ears:
"I have lived for too long in expectations that are not mine. It has been so long that I have almost forgotten what I originally looked like."
"Who am I?"
"A hapless pea chosen by God—maybe."
"I'm sorry, but I can't seem to find any other answer, my dear friend."
"But it doesn't matter. You and I can spend some time figuring this out together, can't we?"
Purpose: Love life