The Field Where Shadows Bloomed
Darkness flowering into beauty
When the sun set on that strange meadow, shadows sprouted petals. Black blossoms opened like soft mysteries. A traveling monk meditated among them, realizing that darkness, too, can bloom if you allow it to take root gently instead of tearing it out. He left one petal in his pocket—a reminder that not every shadow is a threat.
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