The Grove lay in quiet anticipation, bathed in soft morning light that filtered through towering canopies. Lira stood at the edge of the Spirit Spring, the Blood Flowering Lotus seeds carefully cradled in a cushioned container of enchanted water. Around her, the creatures of the Grove stirred with curiosity: the Fénix chirped in small flocks, their golden feathers catching the light, the pollinators hummed softly near clusters of flowering plants, and the Turtle-Kin drifted gently through its pool.
The Giant Old Spirit Tree loomed above, its presence calm and monumental. Its deep voice resonated through the Grove, vibrating softly against the mossy ground. "Lira, the Lotus seeds are ready to be planted. Your Spirit Spring now flows fully within you, and it will nourish them in ways ordinary water cannot. Each seed carries strength, harmony, and protection. Plant them with care."
