After the wind subsides, everything falls into silence. If a butterfly were to fly by, the sound of its wings flapping would be clear and loud, yet her hopes are repeatedly dashed.

Fortunately, the designer has recorded this fantastic and beautiful memory with rare gemstones!

People always hope to remember everything in various ways, whether it’s through wishes, styling, or poetry.

In the forest beside the sea of flowers, could a forbidden curse be lying in wait? As the thick mist descended with the night, the secrets of the unknown called out to curious adventurers.

What a delicate lace flower collar! The embedded pearls add an elegant touch.

Isn’t the forest in this story just like the Wishing Woods?

When we meet again, what will the universe look like?

What does the legendary different world look like? Unfortunately, there are no records about it left…

Reunions may bring changes, but the world is still worth exploring anew.

Is the storm a gift or a curse? In this beautiful yet invisible prison, she has pondered the question many times, but both the butterfly and the wind remain silent.

The devastated town, the forever-lonely girl… The power that comes with such a curse.

Maybe this is the price of power, but what did that power ultimately protect?

Mist covers her eyes like a lullaby, inviting her to sleep. Her wings fold behind her, and together they drift into a green ocean of endless dreams.

Is she searching for warmth in her dreams? I hope she finds it…

She sleeps within endless greenery, and in endless loneliness as well.

In the legend’s final moments, vibrant butterfly wings sliced through the clouds and ascended to the sky above the ocean, gazing toward the seaside town. This time, there was no storm, only the endless, watchful gaze of Tempestris.

In that long gaze, you can feel the years of longing she’s endured.

She misses her old friend but dares not bring a storm, so she hesitates above the sea.

This simple leather choker became a sensation when a renowned rock band from the Starhail Federation toured Stoneville.

Classics always stay in vogue, just like their timeless tune! Night, oh the night… Ahem.

The design was fantastic, but the concert was just too loud for me!

Along with the letter expressing heartfelt thoughts came this small, soft white wreath. “Before you embark on your journey, I didn’t have time to give you a flower wreath, so please accept this instead.”

A flower crown adorning the neck adds a unique elegance to any look.

I imagine this gift would make someone even happier than a bouquet of flowers!

As the pink-haired girl stepped outside, she noticed the twinkling stars winking at her from the sky. It was time for them to depart, too, on their journey to the faraway unknown.

With so many companions setting out together, the journey won’t be lonely at all!

Ah, it’s so nice to not be on a journey alone… and how poetic is it that we are accompanied by countless stars!

The delicate choker, adorned with unique charms, must have been born from one of those light-hearted chats between friends, where inspiration sparked unexpectedly.

Ruby, look! It’s adorned with a little bug!

The fairy tale says it’s called Red Spotter, but I’ve never seen one.

No one knew where the girl came from, nor where she was going. She wandered to avoid staying in one place, carrying a frozen secret in her heart that had yet to find its listener.

I can’t resist this clear blue hue! I’m already imagining which outfits it would pair perfectly with…

The mysterious girl wandering in a foreign land… When will the thick layers of ice in her heart thaw?

After endless experiments and explorations, the gently swaying capsule decoration silently spoke of the girl’s original hopes and vows, and her wish to save more innocents from the threat of the Esselings.

Striped fabric with a capsule pendant is an avant-garde way to show personality.

The lapel design adds depth to the outfit!

She wore the starlight around her neck to usher in this special day. The excitement in her heart was nearly overflowing—this day was the one she looked forward to most every year!

These dazzling stars! Hands down, this is the most exquisite necklace of the year—no contest!

Dreams and hopes for the future shine as bright as the stars.

The “Monster Girl” knew that perhaps the Trick-o-Bag hadn’t meant to save a little girl from being mocked, but it had indeed given her the courage to continue her studies of monsters.

Regardless of the outcome of her search for the Trick-o-Bag, she has found the courage to chase her dreams!

The color scheme is really cool, just like the dashing determination of a young girl.

Put on these stylish, statement headphones, and you too can be the coolest Socko in the crowd!

So cool! Bebe will love it for sure!

I look more like a Socko with the red headphones.

The scarf echoes the Desperate Vine in color. Two warm “hands” hug from behind, adorned with pink flowers on soft dark fabric.

So, has anyone actually hugged Desperate Vines? I feel like I’d be half dead just trying.

For some reason, it feels like the Desperate Vines are trying to keep someone from leaving… but who could it be?

Giroda’s imitation of the Wish Envoy’s mask—well, almost. This version has been adapted into a scarf. The soft fabric is embroidered with twinkling stars, perfect for hiding your face inside for warmth… or disguise.

Will anyone really buy this style as well…?

Don’t be shy, Giroda. I think you look super cool with it on!

A familiar, scented letter, accompanied by a few petals, is tenderly tucked away in the depths of memory.

Some villagers from Stoneville are always traveling—I make sure to send them letters regularly.

If you’ve been away for a while, remember that home is always there for you!

The wildflowers by the roadside are like surprise treasures waiting to be found. Pluck a blossom, tuck it behind your neck, and let its fragrance carry you down the path ahead.

These little treasures turn an otherwise mundane journey into a fun and exciting adventure!

Having a beautiful little flower accompanying you will surely add to the joy of the journey!

She held tight to the fragments of her memories, but it was like trying to grasp cool, flowing sand—it kept slipping away, falling into the endless dark.

The ill-tempered witch sealed away the Flower Sprite’s memories, intent on leaving her forever lost in the forest.

Boo-hoo… I don’t want to forget my mom and my friends…

In an attempt to rescue a lost snow fox, she ventured outside. All she saw was an endless flurry of snow, with one gust spiraling around her neck before quietly slipping away.

The snowy scene in that fairy tale just captivates me! It’s got me yearning to dive into snow-themed poems once more.

Although this seems like a beautiful scene, it’s actually very dangerous. It’s best to stay in during a blizzard.

Friends join hands, sealing this moment beneath the night sky. No matter how time passes, their pure friendship will shine forever.

Holding hands with a friend gives you more confidence to face the future!

So don’t let go! A future with friends is worth looking forward to even more!

She was certain she had grasped a pair of warm hands. Those hands pulled her free from the dark mire. The wind in the forest gently lifted her, washing away all her weariness.

The author said that these hands symbolize the most cherished individuals in the Flower Sprite’s life.

Perhaps the author’s ability to escape the woods back then was also fueled by this courageous love that blossomed within.

The girl wandered the streets of the foreign town, where a sudden green mist enveloped the city. When the first drop of rain touched her snow-white neck, she heard a minstrel by the roadside singing a song about wanderers and the homeland.

Homeland, wanderer… Do they evoke those unsettled thoughts deep within the girl’s heart?

Is this green rain? I wonder if my hair will turn green standing out here in it…

The crackling flames drowned out the cries for help. The fire leaped mercilessly, devouring all those fleeing in vain. Their desperate wails were snuffed out as the kingdom was pushed toward a silent end.

I remember when Nonoy was reading this part, she took a peek at us worriedly…

Phew, I’m glad Jean and Ruby weren’t scared. I remember having nightmares about this part when I read it as a kid…

As they moved forward, a sudden gale rose, lifting dust and sand into the sky along with the fierce wind. The swirling storm obscured the path, and the searing heat made breathing nearly impossible, but nothing could deter the girl from her resolve.

The flame elements and metal blend seamlessly, adding the perfect finishing touch.

I’m absolutely in love with that vibrant gem in the middle. It really brings out the fairness of your skin!

Displayed at the graduation exhibition of Cicia Art Academy, the combination of dark color and punk metal embodies the ultimate rebellious spirit.

So bold, so avant-garde! The graduation show at Cicia Art Academy featured so many stunning designs!

My eyes lit up when I saw this choker. I really like such creative designs.

Even if this little star can’t take off, it still has high hopes.

The future Faewish Knight Giroda will thank himself for the hard work today!

I’ll become one of the best stylists so that I can help Nikki.

Even a whiff of the flower-scented breeze makes it seem almost as if it was from the good old days.

The fragrance of this flower reminds me of the wisps of the breeze on my first trip across the boundless sea of flowers.

The old times are always so beautiful. I believe the future is equally worth looking forward to.

The melody of the dance harmonizes with her deepest desires. She wishes it could keep going endlessly.

Every time I pick up a pen, I wish for endless inspiration to keep drawing.

The dance will end, the poem will finish. Precisely because things will come to an end, the past becomes all the more precious.

A touch of pink makes winter feel warmer, offering the world a delightful first impression.

The moment I met Nikki, I knew she was destined to be an outstanding stylist!

Recalling our first encounter, all I remember is a tiny pink figure popping out of nowhere.

Bubbles are barely conscious when born, so they must be guided and supported by a waves’ gentle embrace.

“Not ripples, but bubbles drifting.” A twist on a favorite poem from the Linlang Empire.

While studying Stylomancy, stylists also gain a deeper understanding of the world’s principles!

This choker, made of durable fabric and solid needlework, bears a pattern reminiscent of fierce teeth. Or an excited, racing heart, perhaps.

I once heard a stylist narrate his seafaring experience, full of twists and turns, incredibly captivating!

Let me hear it! Perhaps I can write an epic about maritime history.

A flower bud wrapped in petals makes a promise to bloom when spring arrives.

It’s our commitment to bring a better Florawish to the townsfolk.

As long as you harbor desires, the promised spring will surely come.

Snowflakes are winter’s confession, falling in pieces and swiftly melting away.

Bebe’s a big fan of this choker. Whenever things get tense, she instinctively reaches out to it for comfort.

How can my wishes reach The Wishing One if I don’t say them out loud?

Confronting every danger and evil directly bestows the courage to embody the malice of Esselings as spreading patterns.

Having bursts of inspiration while dealing with The Dark is a good thing. Just make sure you stay safe.

It took extraordinary courage to create this design. I, honorable knight Giroda, salute you!

Glittering pollen dances through the air, shimmering like stars. Quick, gather the sparkles and fill up those big jars!

When pollen starts to fly, it’s time to gather it and fill the Aureum Vase.

Yep, that’s when a batch of baby Faewish Sprites needs to be awakened.

The spring breeze guides the bubble to race across the green lawn, with azure waves surging, propelling them toward a more distant future.

Infusing the richest green of spring into the design grants a refreshing and delightful feeling.

People often use “dripping with emerald hues” in poems. I think this must be the color they’re referring to.

The blooming Aurosa cast a golden hue over the land, as if time itself has frozen in the light of dawn.

Promise me you’ll visit one day! The Aurosa Valley in full bloom is a sight that’ll leave you speechless with awe.

After a hundred years, the Aurosa is finally set to bloom again—let’s invite Afubo to join us this time…

The flower stems bowed under the weight of the plump buds. Their petals, still tightly wrapped, showed no sign of blooming.

Those days were torture for me! I tossed and turned every night, consumed by anxiety over the Aurosa that hadn’t yet bloomed!

That’s all in the past! Dodobo, we’ve had an unforgettable coming-of-age ceremony, haven’t we?

The Dark surged forward like a tide, and the Paladins swore to protect the flower valley, now tainted by dark magic. If there was a tomorrow, they would at least ensure the survival of the Aurosa, which still carried hope.

Wish Master’s Paladins! Impressive! They’re the real heroes!

The Wish Master’s Paladins symbolize justice, while my actions have tarnished the glory of our ancestors.

As the midnight bell rings, the magic of the spell fades away. Will all the fervor fly away, and the music cease to linger for her dance?

Hesitation and uncertainty are necessary parts of love. Only by unraveling the knots can you truly understand each other.

Most of the beauty is missed in the inevitable hesitation. Love is, and so is writing poetry!

“When the disguise no longer exists, your appearance becomes clearer.” The passionate melody vividly conveys his feelings.

Using styling to record love poems is such a sophisticated form of romance.

In this field, we Cadenceborns hold significant influence and a voice of importance.

Their love is not about the arrangement of fate or the blessings of the gods. When gazing at the stars, flying becomes the instinct of a swan.

With the enduring courage bestowed by true love, the swan can gracefully soar through the galaxy for all eternity.

Whenever we behold the world’s beauty, poetry flows naturally for us Cadenceborn.

It’s easy to spot the Monroefin—just look for the graceful shadow with a bow swimming elegantly underwater. When the Croakers see it, they know their new neighbor has arrived.

The fleeting shooting star tugs gently at the Silvergale’s heartstrings, granting one wish while ushering in a new despair.

The wishes in the bottle sway gently with the breeze—so light, so soft, just like the dreams people long for most.

A gentle breeze crosses the terrace, lifting the burgundy ribbon on her neck like soft strings, playing a silent tune in the vibrant gala.

Beneath the water’s surface, a dark shadow lurks like the sea monsters from old fables—though why does this one have a little black bow on its head?

The wish was fulfilled, heart entrusted to a figure pure as snow—yet why does that figure now walk away, leaving a cold silhouette?