Among low mountains and rolling fields was a flower which bloomed under stars. It shimmered light blue, reflecting the moon light above. 

One person in particular was enamored by the beauty of the bloom. Every night, they would go to admire the soft glow of it’s petals. Peace was rare to come by in their life and their peers, so they would enjoy these moments as treasures.

As time passed, a new discovery came about from a researcher. Their peers hailed it as their savior from their harsh life, and the flower lover soon became swept up in the craze. Admittedly, none knew of how in particular it works besides from the scientist.

That did not mean they did not reap the benefits. Soon, they and their peers hardships faded one by one. They began to praise the discovery, saying that they brought on a utopia. In these times, the one who once cherished the flower neglected to visit. There is no point in going to a flower for peace when it lies here.

Then, one night, he looked to the sky, and was reminded of the flower. Feeling nostalgic, they returned to fields where their beloved lay. Yet when they got their, they were not alone, the researcher was their, plucking it’s petals.

Appalled, they questioned the scientist. In return, the Utopia Bringer spoke of the progress made, and how much better their lives were. They told of the numbers which proved the quality of life they had, and reminded them of the life before.

They couldn’t argue, for they believed that their place was a simple flower watcher. They have benefited greatly from this, and the numbers are sound. It was a nostalgic time, yet they believed it was time to let go.

Smiling, the researcher thanked they flower watcher and continued his work. Disgusted but pacified, they walked away to find a new flower. And after some time, they did. In the middle of the forest, where the light shined between the trees, lay a flower which bloomed in the sunny sky. It was warm to the touch, and shone a brilliant yellow. Smiling, they promised themselves to cherish this bloom in memory of the last one, and would visit it every day.

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One day, they went to the spot and found the researcher, waiting for them. The Utopia Bringer spoke out, saying they needed this flower as well. In anger, they began to curse and scream at the researcher, saying that one was enough.

Holding out his hand, the scientist motioned them to stop. The flower watcher could only putter into silence, for the title “Utopia Bringer” had weight to it. The researcher then told of the greater good, and how they shouldn’t be so selfish. Only they enjoy this flower, yet if we used it for progress, everyone would benefit.

Embittered, the flower watcher spat on the feet of the researcher, but held their tongue. Slowly, the “Utopia Bringer’s” words coiled around their mind. They began to believe they shouldn’t be so center minded, so blind to the world's troubles. Quelling the turmoil in their heart, they stormed off to find a new place to another flower.

It took them many days, yet he finally found another flower, one which bloomed in the dawn and closed up in the sunset. It reflected the time of day, being a orange hue in the morning, and a pale glow in the night. They were determined to not have this one taken from them, and they reasoned to themselves that they would not be persuaded once more.

Once more, the “Utopia Bringer” came and spoke out to them. The scientist had a proposal to the flower watcher, and reluctantly they heard them out. There was a land full of flowers which would never wither, and which he could gaze upon them everyday. Smiling, the researcher told them that they would never harm those flowers, and gave him a written contract.

They first were outraged once more, but then held their tongue. A land of flowers which they never withered? It sounds like a dream scape. It sounded suspicious, but in their hand was a contract, so they begrudgingly agreed to go to this land. Pointed into the direction, they set off.

And when the flower watcher arrived, they wept. For it was a land of plastic flowers.