A lone child stood in a sea of blue. The soft haze of fog kissed the edges of pallid petals.  Drops of liquid crystal fell from his porcelain cheeks, falling to the damp ground. The child stood out, alone amongst his brethren of floran companions. His dark eyes contrasted with the common blue and shimmered as much or even more than his tears. The envious flowers around him basked in their beauty, yet they cringed at his threadbare clothes. Lost, alone, and barely clothed in worn-out cotton tunic and leggings, the boy cried out in the silence. He begged to the moon. He begged for it to illuminate his path. Lost, and with no help.