[The garden is a nice distraction from all of the oddities he has encountered thus far. Guangyao makes himself comfortable on a bench under an impressive tree, bending to pick up a fallen bloom. He rubs the petals between his delicate fingers and inhales the exotic scent while he waits.
His mask, which he had been wearing nearly religiously, is set on the bench at his side.]
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His mask, which he had been wearing nearly religiously, is set on the bench at his side.]