The pure-white garden lay bathed in silver moonlight, filled with little white and silvery-blue flowers.
A gust of wind swept through.
The dense blossoms swayed like a cool-toned sea washed in the blue of evening.
At the center of that "sea," atop a gently rolling hill, stood a chair carved from weathered white stone. It looked ordinary, yet amid the Sea of Flowers, it seemed extraordinary.
A hunched figure made her way toward the chair, step by step.
A moment later, seated beneath the moonlight, she lifted her face into view.
It was Granny Tang, who had yet to make an appearance.
Granny Tang recalled that this was her eighth visit to the Silver Moon Flower Garden in her dreams.
In the first dream, there had been nothing here but a gray-white wasteland.
With nothing else to do, Granny Tang had used that wasteland as a foundation, adding something new each time she entered the dream.
On her second visit, for instance, the dream had taken her to a city. But her lucid dreaming had overturned the scene in an instant. She had changed it back to the gray-white wasteland and added the weathered stone chair.
On her third visit, she had spread soft moonlight over the wasteland.
On the fourth, the wasteland had ceased to be barren, dotted with tiny white flowers.
The fifth time, the sixth...
Now, on her eighth visit, she had added "wind" to the dream. The flower field, once as still as an oil painting, had come alive, its blossoms rising and falling in the breeze.
Leaning back in her chair, Granny Tang gazed at the swaying Sea of Flowers and found herself thinking of the Flower Moon Fairies' ancestral home...
The Silver Moon Flower Garden was modeled after that ancestral home, where all Flower