As he opened his eyes and stood ready to berate whoever it was that had given him such a violent blow to the head, Moha realized he was in a vast field of white roses. Having never seen one in real life before, he quickly became absorbed in the beauty and peace of the place and unknowingly began to make progress in it. But he came to his senses when he realized that he had arrived at a small, untouched circular space within the field. Even more surprisingly, at the end of this small space stood a man with his back to the field, bent over, smelling the flowers.
_ I... Excuse me! he called out to the person as he hesitantly approached.
_ ...
_ Excuse me, sir! I..... Who are you? And where am I? He asked this time.
_ I was just waiting for you to come, he finally replied, turning around.
_ I... Impossible!
Moha cried out as his perfect look-alike stood in front of him, dressed in the same outfit, with a rose in his hand.