In the Heavenly Meadow, gardening was never a time spent in idle contemplation. Vanna remembered singing to fresh sprouts and vibrant blooms alike with their peers, cooing at how well the plants have grown from the combined might of the cherubuns’ love and the gentle rays of the sun. It was a joyous, playful sight; even now, as Vanna reminisced on those carefree memories, they couldn’t help but smile wistfully. In the meadow, where flowers grew in abundance ...
