The moon had a favorite flower.
Not because it was the rarest.
Not because it was the brightest.
But because it bloomed when the world grew quiet.
Each night, silver petals opened beneath the stars,
catching moonlight like tiny pieces of the sky.
The butterflies came first.
Then the dreams.
Then the stories whispered between midnight and dawn.
She gathered them all.
Holding them gently,
like secrets too beautiful to lose.
And when morning finally arrived,
the flowers closed their petals once more.
But the moon remembered.
It always remembered.
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