9:00 A.M.

Alys walked out into the estate gardens. Beautiful flowers of all kinds, neatly arranged into various shapes formed a breathtaking sight. And in the middle of the garden stood a small headstone beneath a towering oak, the headstone of someone who in life was very dear to the Master.

Alys was told, two years ago during the beginning of spring, that the flowers held deep importance to the Master, and so Alys took it upon herself to tend to the garden.

She grabbed her gardening tools from the shed, and went to tending to the plants.

The crimson roses were watered.

The pristine lilies were cared for.

The vibrant violets were nurtured by her hands.

Each day, when the weather was good, Alys would come out and tend to these plants. They were her children, and she cared for each plant individually. Not once has she failed to care for them.

Tirelessly, for a few hours, she trimmed the bushes, she watered the flowers, she pulled the weeds, and she poured her synthetic soul into the garden.

And at the end of it all, she didn't even break a sweat.