Life is determined by the meaning that one has attached to it, Like flowers that dance with the wind, bloom at day and wither at night.

However, in a world where "meaning" does not exist, where forces above man predetermine life's what is and the what is not's. 

What is Life?
A masquerade ball of ghosts who follow the few lines on a script?
or will it be something grander?

We'll follow the Gardener, an Agent for one of these forces and his seasonal cycles to life. Going through it's phases, meeting and becoming a part of people's stories and maybe even attach their meaning to life to flowers that bloomed to their meaning.

To Life; And the Story Hidden Amidst Flowers