Chapter II – “The Moonkeeper”

When the garden fell asleep, one bloom refused to fade.

It caught the last drop of starlight and kept it close — a pale flame that never burned, only glowed.

They called her the Moonkeeper,

guardian of dreams that wander too far.

She never speaks, yet she remembers every wish whispered to the night.

To wear her light is to be remembered —

by the moon, by the quiet, by yourself.

🌙 For those who find comfort in the dark.