⋆˙⟡ The ebb and flow of a night's gentle tides swept the wistful wanderer off her feet, encircling her as though to initiate a dance. The sea adorned her form with billowing waves as they swayed together, her true self revealed within the water's reflection. ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ As the seasons change, so too should a faerie dedicated to her craft. She must possess a blooming spring's beauty and a lively summer's vigor. She must embrace an autumn's hazy mysteries and a winter's chilling elegance. ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ She followed a path of flowers which whispered strange nothings to her as she walked by. While mostly incomprehensible, their melancholic echoes were suggestive of sorrows far greater than her own, and she could faintly recognize their empathy.✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Seeing the castle's lavish halls filled her heart with a boundless romance she had all but forgotten, and she couldn't help but twirl and sway like she once did as a girl. The roses from her gown were swept up in her reverie, filling the room with a rich floral fragrance.

⋆˙⟡ Wherever she goes, flowers are sure to follow. She carefully plucks the blooms that call out to her the loudest and adorns herself with them, their beauty everlasting throughout their journeys together.✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Countless years have passed, and yet these delicate blossoms endure. The breeze carries their timeless whispers as a flurry of petals, each eager to be heard by those willing to listen. ✧˖°.

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