Born Under the Moon’s Gaze
She was born under the gaze of the moon, her body woven of roots and flowers, her breath carrying the whispers of forgotten forests. She was neither fully human nor entirely spirit—she was the bridge between worlds.
The Earth’s Answer
As she walked, the earth answered. Blossoms rose beneath her steps, rivers shifted their paths, and ancient stones remembered her name. Yet with every gift came a burden—her heart was bound to the cycles of creation and decay.
Visions of Shadow and Flame
The night brought visions. Shadows stretched long, whispering warnings of hunger and fire. She saw cities rising, then falling to ash, and wondered if her gift was enough to heal what humans had broken.
The Tree of Light
From her chest bloomed a tree of light. Its branches reached the heavens, its roots sank into forgotten depths. Around her, life awakened anew, and hope shimmered like dawn.
The Promise of Eternal Bloom
At last, she became the moon’s reflection—a guardian of balance, endlessly circling between life and death. Her story was not an ending, but a promise: that even in the darkest night, flowers would always rise again.
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