Flora heard Lloyd and Lee speak, but their voices fell by the wayside. She shut her eyes for a long moment and put two fingers to her forehead, trying to focus and get a feel for the land. "There's...." Something wasn't right. None of this felt right. What should have been a beautiful harmony of voices was anguished and discordant and absent. She turned to the left, heading for the nearest tree and gently laying both hands on the bark. Sickness and death crept into her and oozed from her skin, leaving her staggering on her feet and feeling as though she might be sick, but she would not let go, not until she knew what happened. This was nothing like she'd felt before. The trees...they all felt very ill, but their energy, though weak, was stagnant and unchanging. They were trapped in this state, and it felt as though they always have been. "There is something very wrong with this...this place." She swallowed thickly and stilled her shaking hands. She had to do something and quickly.

"Winx Sophix!" She cried out, but nothing happened. Maybe she should have expected it, but knowing that didn't make her feel any better or help things at all, even if she had to try.

'What has happened to all of you?' It was a question as much as a lamentation, but the former went unanswered. There had to be something that she could do, but maybe now was just not possible. Flora straightened and tried to find her strength again. There would be no clearing her head--ignoring what she heard, what she felt, would be impossible--but she couldn't let herself stop here.