If you're fortunate enough to be there, in that quiet place - at that appointed hour, when the first rays of light spill across the petals of a thousand blooms - you might catch a glimpse of him they call the Flower King.
Every blossom opens to its fullest, every stem bends in quiet welcome - as though the meadow itself has gathered in silent court.
No wishes are granted and no great treasures are found. But for one perfect moment, the world is exactly as it was meant to be.
At peace.
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