The Florea Prefus began to glow. Every secret I had ever kept, every word I had swallowed, began to vibrate in tune with the flower. It felt as though the bloom was drinking my silence and turning it into light.
When I woke up this morning, the room was silent, but the air still smelled faintly of jasmine. My hands were stained with a fine, silver pollen that vanished the moment the sunlight touched it. I realized then that the dream wasn't a warning—it was an invitation to finally start listening to what my own heart had been trying to say for years. am_visat_aseara_ascultare_florea_prefus
As I approached, a voice—not a sound, but a feeling in my chest—demanded (Obedience/Listening). The Florea Prefus began to glow
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