High in the northern mountains there is a small valley that has never seen snow. In this valley there is a great temple dedicated to no god or goddess known in the lowlands, and in the courtyard at the heart of this temple there is a small grove of trees. Once every year, these trees blossom, and the grove is a sea of brilliant blue petals. It is said that these flowers have magical properties -- that if you were to catch one thousand petals before they hit the ground, and from these, brew a tea, then you could become immortal, or rich, or powerful, or who knows what else? No one's ever caught enough to test the legend out.