Scattered across the water's surface, the white lotuses stand—young, pure, and serene. Like children, they pause in wonder, finding themselves in a fairy-tale realm where every breath of wind is the touch of Lakshmi’s grace. Their petals tremble gently, catching the light, yet they remain still, as if enchanted, as if they have heard an ancient secret whispered only to them.
In their silence, there is anticipation; in their blooming, a blessing. They do not long for the past nor reach for the future—they simply exist in this eternal, shimmering threshold between the earthly and the divine.
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