A Peach-Colored World

In the quiet, serene Palace of the Holy Mother of the Jade Pool, peach blossoms bloomed luxuriantly throughout the gardens, their fragrance lingering without end. No one knew for whom these flowers bloomed so passionately, or for whom they flaunted their beauty so boldly. As if Heaven envied their loveliness, a peal of thunder rang out, and one particularly pink and delicate peach blossom was struck down. Its branch drifted leisurely downward, ever downward, leaving the mortal world a fleeting pink silhouette and a refreshing fragrance.

In an instant, all the peach blossoms began to flutter down, resolute and unyielding. They would neither compromise nor settle, determined to pursue that peach blossom soul lost to the mortal world.