Each autumn, as the chill began to settle over the forest of Moonlit Hollow, the world would shift ever so slightly… and the air would begin to hum with the promise of magic.
It was the season of the Eve of Whispers — a night when light and darkness stood in perfect balance, and the veil between the living world and the spirit realm grew thin.
On this enchanted evening, the Elves gathered to honour the ancient forces that shaped their lives, their voices rising in soft, rhythmic chants as patterns of glowing runes traced themselves through the twilight air. It was a time of deep connection — to the forest, to the past, and to the unseen world beyond.
Among them lived Flo, a young Elf with a rare and remarkable gift.
She could hear the forest.
In the rustle of leaves and the curl of vines, the plants spoke — and Flo alone could understand their whispered voices. Each day she walked beneath the towering canopies, listening, learning, and tending to the quiet harmony of the woods she loved.
As the Eve of Whispers approached, the Elders gathered to choose the one who would seek the Midnight Blooms — flowers that appeared but once a year, glowing softly in the hidden depths of the forest.
This year, the choice fell to Flo.
Though honoured, she felt a quiet unease stir within her. For the Midnight Blooms were not easily found, and the task she had been given carried great importance. The garland she was to create would serve as a bridge between worlds — a link through which the voices of the past might once again be heard.
In the days that followed, Flo prepared carefully, studying ancient texts and tracing the forgotten paths of the forest. As the time drew near, she stood beneath the starlit sky, gathering her courage.
The forest was waiting.
Alive with unseen magic, filled with shadows and secrets, it called her forward — pulling her gently, but irresistibly, towards her destiny.
