Somewhere, in a place similar to the vastness of space, but not quite in its same dimension, Enko exists.
The void he lives in is darkness, it is translucent, it is bright. It's everything and nothing. It's immense and it's tiny. There is no sense of time, there is no sense of space, there is no real sound, and yet sound, time and space can be perceived all the same.
From where Enko floats, he sees millions upon millions of little bright dots the stars , and a million larger groups of shiny dots and fog the galaxies ; but none are close, and yet all are at hand's reach.
Where Enko lives is a place of everything and nothing, a place of contradictions, but, more than anything, a place of complete and utter solitude.
Enko doesn't know when he came to be, nor does he know how. He just knows that he is, and he knows that his job is to look after the flower. What does the flower do, and why should he care for it? He has no idea, but he knows it must be done.