[ He never did answer that message, just showing up. But a couple weeks later, one evening just before he starts night duty, he seems to have discovered the camera function on his wrist device. He sends a picture of his own hand; nestled in his palm is a small flower, looking as if someone had painted it with bold strokes of color: red, yellow, and fiery orange. The rays of the setting sun illuminate the scene, making it even more vivid. ]
These grow wild. Forsaking fertile soil, they thrive best in adversity, pushing themselves up between cracks in walls or pavements. Only opening their petals at nightfall, they are named after that brightest evening star, that faithfully follows the sun, rising as it sets.
It’s considered a lucky omen to find one growing near your home.
They’re uncommon flowers, it took me some time to notice them. Now that I have, I find they are peerless in their elegance, their beauty, and their subtle fragrance: this evening star flower.
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These grow wild. Forsaking fertile soil, they thrive best in adversity, pushing themselves up between cracks in walls or pavements. Only opening their petals at nightfall, they are named after that brightest evening star, that faithfully follows the sun, rising as it sets.
It’s considered a lucky omen to find one growing near your home.
They’re uncommon flowers, it took me some time to notice them. Now that I have, I find they are peerless in their elegance, their beauty, and their subtle fragrance: this evening star flower.