The Rejected Blood Moon
Tiny flames rose,
not red, but gold —
soft, cool, living.
And from those flames,
green shoots began to grow.
Plants unlike any ever seen —
their leaves shimmered faintly,
their blossoms glowed like lanterns.
The people gasped.
Kaela only smiled.
“They are called Fire Gardens,” she said.
“They remember warmth.”
The gardens spread quickly across the city,
and wherever they grew,
people gathered to rest, to talk, to love.
Even at night,
the golden flowers never went out.
They burned without consuming.
They lived without fear.
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