SAVE || ERASE

The golden flowers that bordered the side of the clear lake seemed to have a faint glow in the moonlight as the moon touched each flowers's petals gently with the beams of light, just as the moon had a twin in the mirror of the still reflective surface of the lake. It was at times like these that she had such a little presense in the world - Just another human, who would be washed away in history. Just another soul that would not be remembered for anything, because nothing they did mattered.

She looked down at the golden flower that Frisk had picked today. The golden flower had six-petals, which was as rare as a four-leafed clover. It was a symbol of luck and love.
She clenched a fist. She hurriedly turned away from the window, and got out their backpack. They packed everything they thought they needed, and put the flower in a safe side pocket.
Slipping quietly out the window, she stayed hidden, then she broke into a run, heading into the forest.

She would climb Mount Ebbot.