Even a drop can turn into a part of a raging stream.

Beat-Yeast was famous for its magical forest - Fairywood, and in it was located the Kingdom of Fairies, hidden behind a silver curtain from prying eyes. The fairies lived in peace and harmony, guarding the great Silver Tree. And these fairies had a wonderful king - Pure Vanilla Cookie. He was honest, kind, generous and sympathetic, his hope never faded, and courage boiled in his soul. But still, one day his pride was shaken.

The emerald leaves of ancient trees whispered about this past day. The breeze was winding, caressing the branches and the fairies swarming in the air. On this calm evening, the cookies gathered to listen to the legends and stories of experienced elders. Fairies of all ages are located in a large clearing - from babies to old people. The velvet sparkling grass was already crumpled and trampled, and the trees bent their crowns as if eavesdropping. Almost in the middle of the meeting, barely audible footsteps were heard. Almost no one turned around until the fairy king himself was among the listeners. The current topic was the legend of the Moonflower Queen.

"... From now on, the Queen decided to stay in her Shrine, away from the curious cookies. No one has seen her since. Rumors say that she is able to grant any wish, but the aroma of her lilies puts anybody to sleep. Not everyone is able to resist it."

Pure Vanilla Cookie listened to the legend fascinated, his wings fluttering faintly with awe. Who was this Moonflower Queen? It remains a mystery.

"Is there anything else known about her?" — The fairy asked gently, stepping forward. The others immediately parted in front of the king, letting him go to the storyteller.

"What is known is that the Moonflower Shrine is located in Fairywood, and where exactly is anyone's guess." — The cookie replied, shrugging his shoulders. Pure Vanilla Cookie sighed in disappointment. Half an hour later, out of boredom, he left the conversation and went to the palace.

After long sleepless nights, King finally found enough clues. The single images of the Moonflower Queen made him shiver with awe. He will find her, for sure! Early one morning, before the sun rose, Pure Vanilla left his chambers and went into the forest. His wings barely touched the glittering dewdrops on the grass. It was still dark enough, but fireflies lit the way. He did not walk along the path, he made his way through thorny bushes and deep ravines. At last a miraculous sight opened up to him - a small silver shrine, flooded with sparkling water about ankle-deep. There were thickets of white lilies all around, and in the middle there was a huge closed bud. There was a heady smell in the air, but Pure Vanilla already now what to do. He tried to make his way through the enchanting haze. With every step, with every splash of water, he was getting closer to the cherished bud. Finally, the King almost jumped to the bud and touched it lightly. Snow-white petals swung open, revealing the Moonflower Queen herself to the eyes of her heterochromic eyes. Pure Vanilla froze, his mind as if parched at the sight of a beautiful lady.

"I... You are... Moonflower Queen?" — he asked uncertainly, swallowing. The mere sight made his head spin. What's that strange flutter in his chest? Why is he so insecure in front of a stranger at all? She looked like a fairy, so what was he afraid of? Still, he couldn't suppress the butterflies in his stomach.