Once upon a time, there was a man who had nothing. He felt nothing, he knew nothing. He was nothing. His hollow existence angered the king, for even emptiness must serve a purpose. As punishment, the king decreed that the man would nurture the royal garden for all eternity.

The garden was no ordinary place. It was sacred ground, its flowers revered for their ability to heal, to enchant, to destroy. Each bloom was a reflection of human desire and sin, and their care required devotion far beyond mortal strength.

The man was left alone among the...