Sitting atop the Sun’s crust, the field of sunflowers gently swayed her as she gazed into the blue of the sky. But it wasn’t the sky that captivated her. There was a secret nestled among the deep green leaves and golden blooms, one that shone brighter in her eyes than even the rays of the sun.
Every sunflower turned to face her as she walked among them, as if they were the guards of a long-forgotten kingdom, and she was the lost princess who had now returned. Her face, basking in the golden glow of the sunset, betrayed that she kept secrets only the moonlight could decipher. What whispers does the wind carry when it dances with the flowers?
She was the Secret of the Sunflower, the one before whom even the sun shyly turns away, lest it melt in her mysterious smile.
