Even after the end of the world, there is still hope. And where there is hope, there is a flower. And that flower watches those little hopeful moments. And that flower remembers them. Over time, the flower may thrive, or it may wither. Yet it still remembers. Eating a flower reveals its memories. Why don't you have a taste? What will you see? A family meal? A last stand? Or maybe, just what happened for the world to end.