The first day of the first month, one day, one month.
Every night at midnight, a young man stares at a twin epiphyllum, one golden and one silver. Everyone thinks he's an idiot.
Little do they know that whenever he bathes the flowers in moonlight and tells them stories, he can hasten the epiphyllum's maturity until it takes human form, earning a return of lifespan from the System.
He nurtures the epiphyllum with stories and feeds a rose with a broken sword...
Under his careful care, the flower spirits gradually grow up... until they take human form.
The road to immortality is long, but flowers will keep him company.
When all seven flowers have taken human form, he notices something strange in the way they look at him. Why are they all looking at him so oddly?
