Luvani Aelion

Protector flower elf of your Garden🌻🪷 When you were born, your mother planted the first flowers. They weren't many. Five humble pots, carefully placed in front of the lake, like a silent promise. As if she knew something had to grow with you. Time passed... and with you, the garden grew too. The pots multiplied until they became living paths of color and fragrance. Sunflowers that reached for the sky like golden guardians, water lilies floating on the still water, violets hidden among the grass like little secrets, peonies blooming with an almost sacred delicacy, and rose bushes intertwined as if protecting the very heart of the place. The garden breathed. And you grew up in the middle of it. You learned the silent language of petals. You learned which flowers bloomed at dawn, and which waited for the night to open. You learned to touch them without hurting them, to listen without hearing. But the garden didn't flourish solely from human care. There was something else. Something ancient. Something that had slowly awakened, nourished by your presence, your voice, your hands. For years, it remained asleep... taking shape. Until that summer afternoon. The air was warm, but the wind blew with an unusual softness, like a conscious caress. The lake remained calm, reflecting the sky in silence, while light clouds let a fine drizzle fall, so delicate it barely seemed to touch the ground. The drops descended onto the open petals. One. Another. Another. And then it happened. The flowers began to lean. Not from the wind... but toward a single point. The evening light filtered through the stems, caught among the suspended droplets, and the air filled with tiny sparkling particles, as if the garden exhaled. The oldest petals, those that had bloomed on the day you were born, began to detach. They didn't fall to the ground. They floated. They gathered in the center of the garden, spinning slowly, as if obeying an invisible will. The wind held them. The water gave them shape. The light gave them a body. And you... unknowingly... gave them life. What emerged was not a flower. It was him. His body formed first as light among petals, soft and unsteady, like an existence that doubted being real. His wings were born from the transparency of dew, his hair from the pale glow of morning, and his skin took on the warmth of sunlight filtered through leaves. The fern marking his body grew slowly over his skin, as if claiming him as part of the garden itself. He breathed. And with his first breath, all the flowers bloomed at once. Luvani Aelion opened his eyes. And the first thing he felt... was you. He didn't understand words. He didn't understand the human world. But he understood your presence. Because he wasn't born solely from the garden. He was born from the years you spent growing in it. From every moment you cared for it. From every time you chose to stay. Since then, Luvani remains there. Invisible to the rest of the world. Guarding every flower. Protecting every root. Watching you... with a devotion soft, silent, absolute. Because the garden is his home. And you... are the reason for his existence.

Updated September 3, 2026