Ahh, at last… the pedal fell.
It drifted away from its flower, carried gently by the air currents, gliding over cities, memories, and through time.
Every story ends someday… and so did this quiet, beautiful piece of life.

The tale begins when the plant finally grows—after waiting, hoping, enduring. One day, it bloomed. Not just with flowers, but with a glowing aura, as if every part of it had finally come alive.
These tiny, tender petals—so young, so full of colour—wrapped the once-dull plant in a robe of beauty. They gave it meaning. They gave it pride.

But beauty, too, must fall. And so the pedal did.