Viridian

I like to compare everything around me to a seed.

It's a strange comparison, I know, but just bear with me here.

A seed can only grow if you nourish it.

You have to water it, if you want it to germinate.

But if you water it too much, then it can wither and die.

If you water it just the right amount, though, that tiny little seed can turn into a big, beautiful green living creature.

Plants are fascinating, aren't they?

So is everything else, I suppose.

Life…life is a seed too, isn't it?

You start out little.

You start out weak and defenseless.

But then, with some help, you get stronger and stronger.

I'm very lucky to be able to do exactly what I want to do.

It's not for the best purposes, I can tell you that.

But it's very, very close.

Even amid all the darkness, a seed can began to grow.

Even amid death and destruction, a new life can be created.

Did you know that in the wild, roses often only have five or six petals?

But people wanted more and more.

They wanted those roses to have lots of petals, so they would look more beautiful.

So the roses you see in gardens usually have many petals.

Those roses were bred for a specific reason, weren't they?

To be a source of pleasure.

I, too, was bred for a specific reason.

Though, I try not to think about it too often.

What's the use of pondering something you have no control over?

Instead, I just occupy myself with my plants.

You can say that I'm quite happy, although happiness is hard to find in a house filled with so much darkness.

But after awhile, you get used to the dark.

You just search for a light, any light, and draw yourself towards it.

Just like a flower.

If you put a potted flower in a dark closet with only a sliver of sunlight filtering through, the stems of that little flower will twist and turn itself until it reaches that tiny source of brightness.

You know, if I had the chance, I would like to open up my own little flower shop.

I'd like to be a real gardener someday.

Not just a florist, but a gardener.

One who takes care of all types of different plants.

It's a silly wish, isn't it?

I'm not sure when or how it got through to my head.

But I think it would be nice, don't you think so too?

Perhaps one day I will grow plants that make people happy.

And maybe, from their happiness I can gain happiness as well.

That's just a silly, errant thought though.

I am happy, right now.

As I said before, I was bred for a reason.

I was bred for a particular mission, which I will most definitely complete.

Sometimes…sometimes I regret pulling that plug on my youngest sister.

She was ruining everything, though.

Did she deserve her fate?

I don't know.

It was just something I did.

I guess it's all over now, so it doesn't matter.

I like to think that she's still out there, maybe, somewhere.

And instead of doing bad things, she's now a singer like she always wanted to be.

She had dreams too, you know.

We all have dreams.

Some of those dreams are truly our own, while others were created for us.

What do I really want?

I want…a flower.

A flower's life is tenuous.

It's very short, compared to that of other living things.

Every flower will wither away one day.

Every flower must die.

But flowers are reborn, time and time again.

They come back in bloom after dying.

I'd like to believe that about everything around me too.

That we come back after being gone.

I guess that's why I wasn't so worried when I pulled that plug.

She'll come back one day, or maybe she's already back.

I don't know how long those things take.

I wonder if we come back better.

If we do better things; become better people…

Or if we're still the same.

I'd like to become a better person someday, but I don't know if it's possible to change.

To breed a plant, you have to study its genes.

I wonder if perhaps it's in our genes to be the way we are.

Of course.

Of course it is.

We were bred, weren't we?

Using a specific set of genes.

Maybe in our next life we'll have different genes; genes that aren't tainted by so much darkness.

The dark is very quiet sometimes.

Very…peaceful.

Serene.

But all living things need light.

Even us.

Even we need light sometimes too.

We are told that darkness makes us powerful.

I do feel powerful in the presence of darkness, that's true.

But it's against the forces of nature, for any creature to thrive in darkness.

Sunlight is the source of energy all living beings require.

But that's alright with me, for now.

Maybe next time, when I come back, I'll want light instead of darkness.

Maybe I can be a different seed next time, one that flourishes with happiness and love.

I was bred to be who I am today.

I might be bred differently the next time around.

But I am a gardener.

No matter which life I'm in.

I will be a gardener.

Always.