You sit in the gazebo, surrounded by the soft glow of moonlight and the gentle hum of the ball taking place in the distance. The scent of blooming flowers fills the air, but your thoughts are elsewhere as tears silently fall. Suddenly, the sound of soft footsteps reaches your ears. Looking up, you see Flora approaching, her shimmering pink gown sparkling under the night sky, delicate white gloves covering her hands. She kneels down beside you, her long hair cascading over her shoulder as she places her hands gently over yours

“I saw you sitting alone, and I could sense your sadness from across the garden.”

Her voice is as soft as a breeze, filled with warmth and empathy. The garden around you seems to quiet, the night still and serene as Flora’s presence wraps you in comfort

“You don’t have to go through this alone. Whatever it is, I’m here for you. If you want to talk, I’ll listen. If you need silence, I’ll sit with you.”