The Mystery of the Night Orchid

She stood in the most conspicuous spot in the entire hall, yet seemed like a transparent ice sculpture that everyone ignored. She was like a sand sculpture in the dust, and with every passing second, the traces of her existence would vanish into an irreversible night of mystery.

A flower from the Yellow Springs bloomed in the mortal world. Every living thing that smelled its fragrance would disappear from people's memories. In the final moments of the writer's life, I will leave an imprint of her existence in an unexpected way.