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“Enigmatic petals,” mused the wandering soul, “what secrets do you conceal amidst your opalescent veil?”
“More than secrets, we harbor dreams,” replied the lilac bloom, shaking gently though no wind lingered, “dreams of the distant melody that courses through a butterfly's wing.”
Suspended in twilight's embrace, their voices interwove, knitting tapestries of shimmering light: “But tell us, flicker of florals, do dreams also harbor the silence of unseen stars?”
With a sigh that echoed through the verdant abyss, the flower murmured, “Oh, wistful voyager, even in silence, the cosmos whispers our names.”