Blossom
It's a bit cliché, really.
Every thousand years, and all that jazz...
In the middle of the most vast forest, a beauty greater than all.
The forest can be named, more or less reliably. Beyond that, it gets fuzzy.
Where is the exact spot? When is the time? What color is the flower, and what shape? What size, what number? Noone knows, or...
...they know differently.
And some say it is just a legend. The flowers, the idea of the flowers, are in our minds - and greater for it.
Some say there is something in the forest, but that everyone sees it differently. There is a story here. There is a thousand stories.
But then maybe it is just a flower.
Every thousand years, and all that jazz...
In the middle of the most vast forest, a beauty greater than all.
The forest can be named, more or less reliably. Beyond that, it gets fuzzy.
Where is the exact spot? When is the time? What color is the flower, and what shape? What size, what number? Noone knows, or...
...they know differently.
And some say it is just a legend. The flowers, the idea of the flowers, are in our minds - and greater for it.
Some say there is something in the forest, but that everyone sees it differently. There is a story here. There is a thousand stories.
But then maybe it is just a flower.