It is blooming.
It is intricate, radiant, and tinged with mystery.
When night deepens, will the rose in this garden keep you?

Petals, butterflies, moonlight, stars—and you.
Have you ever whispered your wishes under the silent glow of the moon?

Did the scent of blossoms ever catch your breath,
when her petals unfolded before you?

This is your garden.
Where delicate beads thread together your feelings.

Do not fear the butterfly’s pause,
nor its quiet departure.

Everything grows—across seasons, across time.

So come,
dance under the moonlight,
invite the butterflies into your sea of beads,
and tell your story.

—A beauty reborn by your own hands, defined on your own terms.