* You sit down to commune with the flowers, and even though you open yourself,
it doesn't feel quite like anything else you've communed with.  You're not
pulled in like your other communions, you have to actively push at it, though
not hard.
* The communion is actually much like your previous communion with the tree,
though much shorter in duration.  Your life is short and brutal, and even as you
grow, you can feel much of your substance being torn away for sustenance by
horrible monsters.
* In spite of the harsh climate, for those plants that have evolved to handle
it, the dark red sun is an excellent source of nutrition.
* The pain of the creatures that gnaw on you is minor, off in the corner of your
awareness.  It hurts, but more in the way that a muscle ache hurts.  It's a very
natural pain, not at all like what the axes felt like when they were biting
through your bark.
* Then an unnatural pain occurs.  Bits of you are torn off.  You can feel your
flowers being torn away, and taking with them their sun-collecting power that
allows you to thrive.
* The pain is made more bearable, however, because even as your flowers are
being torn off, you can feel the sheer force of love emanating from the
weatherbeaten elf picking them.  You look upward, the first real visual memory
you see, and you see the face of the elf that nearly took all your goods
earlier.
* As soon as the face appears, though, it disappears, and you are thrown out of
the vision.