Right. Ka'adith. That's the best way to look at this place...

[He leaned back on his hands, physically expressing the weariness that was in his tone. There was also ample time to think on how static his existence had become, how complacency might very well become an inevitability. He could use it as a tool...but to what end?

Questions for later. The moment was more important.]

That flower. The one from last night. Does it have any significance?

[Most everything else in the constructed landscape, from the clouds to the glass, had a hidden meaning. He was curious.]