A tall finger of rock jutted up from the side of the white mountain. On top of it stood a man and a woman. Cloaked in a mantle of shimmering light, their etherial presence was barely distinguishable from that of the mountain itself. They watched the conflict unfolding on the ledge of the far mountain.
"This world of opposites is a place of great beauty and of great horror." The man looked at the woman with a wistful smile that was but a ripple upon the surface of a deep well of understanding.
The pair watched until the light grew dim. As the woman turned her gaze away from the view, a single tear fell from her eye. And where it fell, a flower appeared, growing out of the very rock itself. And it gave off a beautiful scent that was new to the world, and yet very, very old.