Lucian Catalin Manda

In a secret corner of the world where moonlight lingers longer than dawn dares, a patch of daisies bloom in quiet defiance of the night. Bathed in silver and shadow, they dance under the dark velvet sky, their white petals catching starlight like whispers of forgotten lullabies.

These are no ordinary daisies. Local lore says they bloom only under a waning moon and glow brighter with each whispered wish made in their presence. Wanderers who stumble upon them often feel a sense of calm, as if time slows to let the heart catch up with itself.