He creased his eyebrows thoughtfully, saying, “It would die quickly if you were to pluck it by force.” With a gentle gaze, he continued, “It is a very dignified ceremony to enter this place, acquire a symbiotic flower, and become the strongest warrior. Everyone respects the tradition, and no one would enter using a ventilator; thus, no one has succeeded. I’ve heard that you only need to enter the water and wait in devotion. The symbiotic flower that senses your call will come to you on its own.”

I smiled, replying, “Alright, let me try- hold on. You said they’re poisonous. Will they sting me?”

He shook his head and looked at me gently, saying, “No, they wouldn’t take the initiative to attack....