Whispers of the Night Bloom: A Jasmine’s Silent Lullaby
In a world where flowers could only speak under the moonlight, the Crepe Jasmine became a silent guardian of restless souls.
By day, it remained quiet—just another white flower among the greenery. But when night fell, and the silver glow of the moon touched its delicate petals, it awakened. Its whispers were not heard with the ears but felt in the heart—a soft echo of wisdom carried by the night breeze.
Wanderers, lost in their thoughts, often found themselves drawn to its presence. Some came burdened by sorrow, some by anger, and others by the weight of decisions they feared to make. Yet, as they sat near the blooming jasmine, the air around them turned lighter, and a quiet understanding settled in.
The flower did not offer direct answers. Instead, it unraveled the knots in their minds, guiding them to the truths they already held within.
Legends say that those who truly listened to the Crepe Jasmine left with clearer hearts, their worries melting into the night like dewdrops at dawn. But only those who approached with sincerity could hear its whispers—because the language of the night bloom was not spoken in words, but in the silent embrace of peace.
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