In a dew-kissed garden, a white tulip named Alba stood alone, her petals glowing under the moon. Each night, she whispered dreams to fireflies, who wove her tales into light. One shy firefly, Flicker, lingered, entranced by her grace. When dawn broke, Alba’s soft glow faded, but Flicker returned, sparking a dance of light around her. The garden hummed with their bond, and Alba bloomed brighter, her purity a beacon of hope. Her story spread, carried by the breeze. (421 chars)
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