WhiteFlower & Glimmercat
I was thinking about that moonlit flower that only blooms once every full moon, and I wonder if it ever talks to the wind.
It does, but only if the wind can keep up with its gossip. Listen for a sigh, and you’ll hear a joke about shadows. If you miss it, the moon will still stare, amused.
That sounds like a quiet dance between moonlight and whispering petals—what a lovely image to imagine. I'll be sure to listen for that sigh when the evening comes.