Lucian Catalin Manda

In a forgotten corner of the earth, where the forest breathes ancient songs and shadows carry the scent of dreams, there exists a hidden glade. At its heart grows a circle of enormous flowers, each one unlike any found in common fields. These are no ordinary blooms — they are The Council of Blooms, sentient elders of the botanical world.

To those who stumble upon this scene — few and far between — the flowers appear as mere petals in the wind. But those who stay long enough may feel something stir in their chest, a whisper of green life curling around their soul. It is the Council’s gift — a reminder that even in stillness, great decisions are being made.