Luna's words drew everyone's attention upward.
What descended upon them was not ordinary wind-scattered debris, but something far more extraordinary.
Flowers.
Thousands upon thousands of flowers in varieties and colors they'd never seen before floated through the air in graceful patterns.
Petals swirled around them like a gentle snowfall, creating an aurora of color and beauty that seemed impossible.
The elves looked around in wonder and bewilderment.
"What are these flowers?" One elf asked, her voice filled with awe. "I've never seen anything like them."
"Neither have I." another agreed. "And I've explored the entire forest. These shouldn't exist."
Even Leona looked stunned.
As the village's foremost expert on fruits and flowers, she immediately realized something was wrong.
She examined one closely.
Then another.
Confusion filled her face.
"…I don't recognize any of them."
Meanwhile—
Luca's eyes trembled violently.
Because unlike the others—
