Moon Bei-He, Priestess of the Moon Clan, was renowned across the lands not only for her unparalleled beauty but also for her healing prowess, which was whispered to be touched by the moon herself. Her hands, gentle as nightfall, could mend wounds both of flesh and spirit, and in the quietest of moments, her voice could calm the most troubled hearts. Yet, despite the blessings of the celestial moon, it was said that her heart was as fragile as the petals she adored so dearly.

They say her death was the result of an unspoken devotion—a love for flowers that transcended mere admiration. It was whispered that she would spend hours in the gardens, surrounded by blossoms that bloomed only in the moonlight, her connection to the flora so deep it was said she could commune with them. And yet, some believe that it was not the flowers that claimed her life, but something darker, something secret—perhaps an act of forbidden love, or a curse woven into the petals of the blooms she cherished.

Though her death remains shrouded in uncertainty, her legacy persists. Those who follow in her footsteps claim her spirit lives on in the flowers, where each bloom carries the essence of her healing touch, and the moonlight still guides their hands.