Chapter V – “The Eternal Bloom”

When the last petal fell,

the garden did not mourn —

it shimmered.

For it knew that endings are merely circles closing,

and every silence holds the seed of another dawn.

The Eternal Bloom was born from that knowing.

Each crystal bead carries a heartbeat of the past,

each gleam a promise whispered through time.

To wear it is to remember that beauty is not fleeting —

it simply changes hands,

from the world, to you.

For those who have learned to begin again.