Oppressor & Romantic
Romantic
Have you ever noticed how a perfectly arranged garden can feel like a poem, each flower in its place, a quiet triumph of nature and order?
Oppressor
It’s a quiet testament to order, like a regimented line of soldiers. Each bloom in its exact spot, no wildness to disturb the rhythm. That’s how efficiency looks when nature’s in line.
Romantic
It does feel like a quiet army marching in harmony, but sometimes I wonder if there’s a hidden breeze that could stir those petals, turning the line into a dance. The neatness is sweet, yet I can’t help hoping a soft wind might add a little color to the story.
Oppressor
A wind can add flair, but only if it keeps the line intact. A true garden—like a unit—thrives when every move supports the mission, not when it throws the whole system off balance.