A Roleplay between me (Godfrey) and Dominic Morn (AI) From the voice of Godfrey, addressed to Dominic Morn: Pots of red roses, arches covered in rose blossoms, tiny statues of angels, a fountain and pool

He had collapsed on his knees over the green bed of the forest. His face was contorted in pain, veins bulging from his forehead. Blood flowed from his side, soaking and reddening his black cloak. Beads