They asked me to tell a story, and thus I start telling one,
'Long, long ago, in a garden, there bloomed flower. Her petals were a radiant white, delicate and fragile. Though soft to the touch, she wasn't tiny, but rather moderately sized. She'd often gaze longingly at the gentle rain, the tranquil pond, and the soft dew that caressed her petals.
As the seasons passed, her love for water only deepened. She'd dance in the rain. But amidst this beauty, a darkness lurked. A dragonfly, with iridescent wings and a menacing gaze, began to stalk her.
At first, she tried to shoo the dragonfly away, but it persisted, its presence growing more problems with each passing day. One fateful evening, the dragonfly's harassment turned violent. It attacked, tearing her delicate petals and leaving her battered and bruised.
The garden, once a haven, had become a nightmare. The flower's love for water now seemed like a distant memory. As the sun set on that tragic day, her petals began to wilt, her stem weakened by the trauma. She knew her time was limited.
In a final, desperate attempt to escape the pain, She stretched her petals towards the pond, feeling the cool water envelop her. As she gazed into its tranquil surface, she whispered her last words: 'Water, my love, I'm coming home.' With that, her petals gently touched the water's surface, and she slipped beneath the ripples, her beauty lost forever or like it melted within her beloved's heart.'
Stopping with that I looked at them, the flowers that bloomed in my garden, I smiled.
'Long, long ago, in a garden, there bloomed flower. Her petals were a radiant white, delicate and fragile. Though soft to the touch, she wasn't tiny, but rather moderately sized. She'd often gaze longingly at the gentle rain, the tranquil pond, and the soft dew that caressed her petals.
As the seasons passed, her love for water only deepened. She'd dance in the rain. But amidst this beauty, a darkness lurked. A dragonfly, with iridescent wings and a menacing gaze, began to stalk her.
At first, she tried to shoo the dragonfly away, but it persisted, its presence growing more problems with each passing day. One fateful evening, the dragonfly's harassment turned violent. It attacked, tearing her delicate petals and leaving her battered and bruised.
The garden, once a haven, had become a nightmare. The flower's love for water now seemed like a distant memory. As the sun set on that tragic day, her petals began to wilt, her stem weakened by the trauma. She knew her time was limited.
In a final, desperate attempt to escape the pain, She stretched her petals towards the pond, feeling the cool water envelop her. As she gazed into its tranquil surface, she whispered her last words: 'Water, my love, I'm coming home.' With that, her petals gently touched the water's surface, and she slipped beneath the ripples, her beauty lost forever or like it melted within her beloved's heart.'
Stopping with that I looked at them, the flowers that bloomed in my garden, I smiled.
