Deep in the forest, where sunlight barely pierces the canopy, two flowers of impossible size and beauty bloom. They are not mere plants but the heart and soul of the land, pulsing with life and ancient energy.
The first stands in a clearing, glowing with a gentle blue light. A lone figure approaches, drawn not by curiosity but by a quiet yearning they cannot explain. In the stillness, the flower seems to breathe, its soft glow mirroring the wanderer’s heartbeat, as if it sees and understands their innermost thoughts.
The second flower blooms in a hidden ravine, its golden petals casting a warm, fiery glow. Here, another traveler finds solace, accompanied by a bird whose colors rival the setting sun. The flower’s brilliance seems to awaken something dormant, reminding the traveler of their capacity to dream, to hope, to live boldly.