[A soft musical laugh echoes through the connection.]
Well, she didn't want to pick the flower. She went back to it every night and spoke to it. Sometimes she even sang. It didn't have any other moon lily's around it and she didn't want it to feel alone. Sometimes she would tell it about her day or whatever else came to mind.
The flower lived for several months but you must know that flowers don't live forever.
It was sad the day that the flower finally wilted but something happened.
The blue glow of the flower lifted like a soul leaving it's body. The flower beneath it was white instead of blue and the glow seemed to flicker like it was trying to speak. The young girl reached out to it and the glow eventually rested in her palm. It was warm and she continued to speak to it.
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Well, she didn't want to pick the flower. She went back to it every night and spoke to it. Sometimes she even sang. It didn't have any other moon lily's around it and she didn't want it to feel alone. Sometimes she would tell it about her day or whatever else came to mind.
The flower lived for several months but you must know that flowers don't live forever.
It was sad the day that the flower finally wilted but something happened.
The blue glow of the flower lifted like a soul leaving it's body. The flower beneath it was white instead of blue and the glow seemed to flicker like it was trying to speak. The young girl reached out to it and the glow eventually rested in her palm. It was warm and she continued to speak to it.