Certainly, I wish I knew a place this lonely, this quiet and beautiful where I could come to meditate... there's nowhere like that in my city, except maybe that park near my house where I also go and workout.

It's pretty hard to believe that on that grim world where most landscapes are barren wastelands, infernal deserts and ghost cities oases like this little grassland which formed where in the past violent volcanic activity ocurred (as evidenced by the jagged volcanic rock everywhere which also forms part of the tree's hill) which has a perfect climate and a blue sky...
The jacaranda flower symbolizes joy and happiness, so naturally, in a barren world this one place where there is no sorrow exists as a redoubt. I could stay here forever... but I don't really want that, it's a place only to soothe the mind.