The Bloomkeeper
At the hour when the moon slips behind the tallest peak, Glowlilies open just for you. You are the Bloomkeeper, chosen by the stars to tend the roots of the sky. Each bloom holds a memory the world has let go: a child’s forgotten laugh, a name whispered once in love, a promise never kept. Tonight, one opens with a song both haunting and kind. You pick it slowly, as if your fingers already knew the shape of the sound.
