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Flower Fields (Paper Mario)

Flower Fields (Paper Mario)

I once entered Toad Town, the castle town of the Mushroom Kingdom, and had decided to explore some of the surrounding wilderness.  I found that there were many new areas I had never noticed before.  I discovered rolling hills, vast deserts, a frozen mountain, and even a dark forest.  All of these areas extended out from the nexus of Toad Town.  There was one area, however, that I discovered on this adventure that was the exception.  Though I found it through a door in the flower garden, I know not its true location.

It is speculated, and I agree, that the Flower Fields exist on a piece of land floating in the sky above the Mushroom Kingdom.  Whatever the case, while they cannot be accessed by conventional means, their beauty is beyond compare.  I had the pleasure of visiting when it was overcast, but toward the end of my stay there, the sun came out, and it was equally stunning.

The door in the flower garden takes you right through the mouth of a large, sentient tree named Wisterwood.  The thick, clouds of black, dark blue, and hues of purple blanketed the sky over a large, green plain filled with unusual flowers.  They appear peach in color, but when separated, are pink and white.  These, of course, are only the normal flowers found here; there are quite a few large, sentient flowers with facial features.  In the central hub into which you first emerge is a flower of white and orange with a long pistil through which she speaks, though she is a notorious liar.

I first headed east, passing some beautiful, rainbow-leaved trees as I went.  There were bushy flowering vines along the tall wall to my left.  The flowers upon these vines were deep purple or pale yellow-orange, each accented in white.  I came to a clearing with a tall flower named Petunia.  She had a bell-shaped head with lavender, heart-shaped petals emerging from it.  Just a bit further were some dead, broken trees and an abandoned well.  It seemed that someone was living down there, but the bottom was too distant for me to see.

Next, I traveled southwest from Wisterwood, reaching a sparkling pond and a bridge at the end.  From the bridge, one could see a waterfall, cascading down a pretty, flower-covered rock pillar.  Across the bridge was a flower-filled meadow and a tree made entirely of crystal.  The tree had beautiful green berries of crystal, and underneath it grew Posie, a flower resembling a yellow six-point star with a long red nose.  Though a bit strange looking, she was lady-like, and very kind as well.

Now heading southeast from Wisterwood, I entered an area filled with brambles.  These vines were red with beige thorns, a lovely combination, and slithered about in a pit like a nest of agitated serpents.  Carefully crossing this pit of large spired plants, I came to another lovely pond.  This one had a tiny island in its center with a beautiful tree.  Its trunk was purple, and its leaves were of cerulean, though a few were light to deep purple, and there were large bubbles emerging from its branches.  On the other side was an octagonal pond, completely surrounded with flowers, and in its center a large water lily, who was unsurprisingly named Lily.  Her beauty was beyond compare, and it was only compounded by the glimmering waters of the pond beneath her.

My final trek was west of Wisterwood, and it brought me to a gate guarded by a three-petaled blue flower, much like the yellow one on the way to Lily, and the red one on the way to Posie.  There was just something picturesque about this particular flower and gate.  I went through the gate and under an arched trellis to reach a large hedge maze.  This maze was far more beautiful in the sunlight, and was rather complicated to navigate, with red pipes linking different areas.  On the other side was the self-absorbed Rosie, a talking rose.  She sat under a canopy adorned with white roses, surrounded by a hedge adorned by red.  She loved nothing more than her own beauty, the proverbial thorns of this particular rose, which given how people gush about roses, is not entirely her fault.  Personally, I prefer the beauty of Lily, but Rosie was admittedly pretty as well.

There is nothing quite like a stroll through a mystical place like the Flower Fields, rain or shine.  While it is absolutely breathtaking in the sunlight, and perhaps even more beautiful under clear skies, there is just something special about seeing it under dark clouds.  Perhaps it is the stark contrast of the typical notion of a frolic through the flowers on a bright summer day against the cool clouds of the rainy season.  It creates a very unique experience that you will never forget.

Author’s Note:

Special thanks go out to Wife Mage Grindynaut for this article.  Not only did she start a save file from scratch to make it possible to reach this area still under the clouds in 3 days, she also helped with the image captures, which included figuring out how the device actually worked.  Apparently, if we smash our skulls together enough times, we can figure out anything!

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