There was love in this touch, there had to be otherwise the spells wouldn’t work.

Intention, that is the word of the day. And If you intend to build a legacy, then don’t rely on godliness. 

Listen to the sap sing. Do you feel how your divinity crumbles?

The foliage has a life force and whether you use it or cling to your godhood, It makes no difference. Each choice will land you in the same place, trapped at the end of time, immortality weighing on your head. You would’ve done everything by then. Every sin and every virtue. But the world will not be there.

And the only thing that will be left for you who created heaven, will be hell.

Pick up the flower. Make some magic before your divinity kills you.