"εxтεяισя вεαυтү ωιтнσυт тнε ∂ερтн σғ α кιη∂ sσυℓ ιs мεяεℓү ∂εcσяαтιση."

 -vαηεssα qυιηтεяσ

The moon shone brightly down on the barren field. Not a soul had set foot there in years, and yet the wildlife refused to flourish as it did before the Great Happening. There were no humans, no animals, not even a plant dwelling there. Except one. One wilting, dying flower whose petals were so malnourished and dry that it was a wonder they were still attached. The flower's life span was coming to a conclusion, it was sure to fall any second. That was... Until the Great One came along. Her name was Chou Ji-Ah, an incredibly ugly young woman from a nearby village. Because of her appearance, Ji-Ah was often mistreated and driven away from her own village in tears. That night was one of those nights. Ji-Ah was so moved by her grief that she darted away from her home, she ran and ran and ran until her short legs could carry her no longer and she found herself in the empty field where one lone flower clung desperately onto life. Ji-Ah Sat before the flower and gently caressed it's wilted petals.
"You're just like me, arent you?" She asked. The flower seemed to him in response as Ji-Ah ran her fingers carefully down the stem.
"We're ugly. We're not wanted. We're dying. You and I.... We're just alike," she whimpered. Ji-Ah spoke no more, instead she allowed her tears to flow freely down her face and by chance, a single teardrop landed on the wilting flower. Ji-Ah hadn't noticed, or if she had, it didnt phase her. She didnt know what would happen. The flower began to glow, a light blue shimmer illuminated the dark of the night, and Ji-Ah gasped in shock, scooting away from the mysterious flower.
"You have saved me," a sweet, masculine voice rang out in Ji-Ah's mind. It was small and weak but the sincerity was still palpable.
"Who? Who have I saved?" Ji-Ah asked. The flower before began lifting up its petals and leaves as bright color seeped back into the once dull flower and the faint outline of a boy appeared sitting just on the other side of the flower.
"Me, you saved me. I am indebted to you," the voice spoke again. For some reason she couldnt discern, Ji-Ah was almost positive the voice was that of the flower's but that was impossible, wasnt it? Flowers can't talk. But still, Ji-Ah gaped at the flower in awe, and reached out for it. The boy behind the flower reached his own hand out and grabbed Ji-Ah's hand.
"I will do this for you in return of a favor," he said. It was the same voice from before. Ji-Ah asked what the favor was and was taken aback by the flower's response.
"I will make you beautiful for all eternity if you ensure that this field doesnt die with me."
Ji-Ah, in her desperation, agreed to the flower's proposal and every day, Ji-Ah came to tend to the flower. She planted more flowers and took care of them as well until finally one day, there was a beautiful, blossomed flower field, with tiny critters scurrying about through the colorful fixtures as the now beautiful woman stood by and watched proudly. Keeping the field alive and thriving would become a tradition, passed down to every female who came after Ji-Ah.