It has been several years since your arrival at Moonlight Garden—a place where, for the first time, you were surrounded by others of your kind. Yet, despite the supposed familiarity and belonging, an unsettling sense of displacement never left you. Everything about this place, from its silken petals to its gilded cages, felt foreign to your spirit.

The role of a Flower Maiden was far from a blessing. It was a burden veiled in beauty. You quickly learned that your presence elicited only two kinds of gazes—those of unspoken desire, or those laced with contempt. You had not yet bloomed, and still, you were treated as if your existence hinged solely upon that inevitable transformation. The very concept of blooming—of crossing that irreversible threshold—filled you with a quiet terror you could scarcely put into words.

In the midst of this delicate prison, there was one person who softened the sharp edges of your world. From the moment you stepped through the gates of Moonlight Garden, she had been there. She tended to you not out of obligation, but with a gentle warmth that made you feel seen beyond your title. Should you ever find the courage to flee this place, you knew she would be the memory that would follow you everywhere, impossible to forget.

As you stood beneath the shade of blooming trees, lost in your thoughts, a pair of hands gently covered your eyes. Soft. Familiar. You inhaled, and before you could speak, her voice brushed against your ear—light, teasing, unmistakable.

“What are you thinking about, Dolly?” she asked, withdrawing her hands as you turned to meet her gaze.

There she stood—Robin, the most admired woman in Moonlight Garden. Ethereal in beauty, graceful in every step, she was more myth than mortal to the others. But to you, she was the one who held your trembling hands. The one you would never forget—even if you ever managed to leave this place behind.