High up on the sharp peaks of the mountainswhere only eagles dare to fly and where the clouds cast their silent shadows over the deep precipiceslived a cornflower.She was no ordinary flower.Born from the morning dew and blessed by the moonlightshe grew alonehidden from the eyes of the worldwith her roots deep in the cold stone and her dreams clinging to the sky.Her name was Edeliaa name unspoken by anyonebut proudly borne in the silence of the mountain.Day after daythe wind sang her old songsand the stars watched over her.But her vegetable heartunseen and unheardyearned for something else.A deep desire made her tremble on the clear nights:to be able to walkto speakto feel...to be human.To descend into the world belowwhere rivers laughchildren play and people share their love and pain.For yearsEdelia dreamed with her eyes towards the horizon.But who would have thought that one daythe steps of an old womanwith eyes like chamomile and the smell of jasminewould approach her rock? There was the Fairy Floraeathe goddess of flowersa being as old as the earthbut full of gentleness.She could speak to all plants and feltin that cornflowera different kind of life.Thenin the breeze Edelia raised her prayer.Not for immortalitybut for life.For feeling.To know the world with all its beauty and weight.And the fairy listened...This is the story of a flower that dared to dream further than the horizon.The story of a fragile heartborn from the mountainthat descended into the world not to get lost but to bloom differently.