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You followed behind him watching him with the same awe that glittered in his glassy eyes. He marveled at every little thing, examining buildings as if he’s never seen a house before, peering into shops as if he’s never seen a bakery before, never seen a cake before. Others stared at him as well; some in awe, others in fear, and a good number fanning their red faces. He—he said his name was Optimus— was impervious to all of it, too wrapped up in gawking over a car parked along the side of the road.
Perhaps you would have been ignorant of the states as well, if you didn’t cast glances over to the forest so often. It was blooming behind you flowers and forestry barely contained in the forest, and creeping into nearby buildings. Cement cracked where it met the edge of the forest, tree roots wrapped in moss and flowers peeking up from underneath the cement.
Then there was the dripping trail of petals and greenery that you walked in. Everywhere Optimus stepped, every little flower arrangement he passed by was left blooming, flowers and plants oozing from their containment or bursting from the ground.
He carried gardens in his footsteps and forests in his hands. He was alive, and so was everything else around him. Despite his almost willful ignorance of what he was doing to everything around him, and the ignorance of what he was doing to the people around him, he still paused a moment, turned to you and flashed you a giddy grin. He asked you questions, he praised your knowledge, and when he swept a stray strand of hair from your face, flowers bloomed in your hair gracing you with a flower crown.
“Your world is beautiful, I will never cease to be awed by what you humans can do.” Again a smile graced his face, and you could feel your eyes melt in your head from the sheer brightness his face conveyed. He kneeled, down on one knee with a hand over his chest—over the hole now filled with that relic and covered with flesh and armour. “For your deeds I am forever grateful, and forever in your debt.”