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Prologue
Beauty will save the world. And decorate it with flowers. If only I could reach such beauty, just like reaching a flower. And what different flowers. Their "faces" are welcoming. And their heads are fragrant.

Chapter 1
I woke up in the morning and went to the garden where there were many flowers. The wind was shaking them from side to side. I saw this magical wave. I took a watering can, scooped up water from the pond and began to water the flowers. Suddenly I heard a whisper:
-How nice. Pour some more. We're so hot.
-My tender flowers. I haven't forgotten about you.
-Thank you, dear fairy.
I was stunned, no one had ever called me that before.

Chapter 2
I reach out to them, and they turn into dolls and sing songs.
- Dili-dili. Dili-dili.
There is already a fountain in the garden. And the dolls are bathing and enjoying the sun.
-How wonderful it is.
“I am Horus,” said the butterfly.
-Very nice.
-Let's dance around.
And we all started spinning together, so that white clouds began to float before our eyes, and the rays of the sun winked at us.

Chapter 3
It was a fabulous day. Everyone was happy and joyful. But suddenly the sky began to turn into a black raven. "The wings became very huge, as if giants were flying in the sky."

Chapter 4
They pecked the pupae from the sky with their beaks, and they screamed; it was a terrible sight.
-Save me.
I was powerless to do anything, but I had to find a way out and somehow stop everything.
“I know what needs to be done,” Gore said.

Chapter 5
- Just don't panic. Do as I do.
And he flapped his wings, as if clapping his hands. And the dolls clapped their hands. The sky immediately began to quietly brighten. And the crows gathered in a flock and flew away.

Chapter 6
The sun shone again. The dolls turned into flowers. I reached out to the flowers and stroked them. My soul became calm. The heads of the flowers were lowered to the ground, they had suffered.

Chapter 7: Crow Revolt
The darkness was gathering over the garden, but it was no longer blind rage; it was suffering. The crows circled low, their wings rustling like parchment, and their cries were fragments of words:
— Where... is our... sun?..
Gore trembled, pressing himself against my shoulder:
- They begin to remember. But memory for them is like a knife in the wing.
One of the birds, larger than the others, with feathers that shimmered blue, swooped down in front of me. Its beak flashed, but instead of a blow I felt... a drop on my cheek. It was a tear.
“Spring?” I ventured to name the name that came to mind.
The crow froze. Its eyes, black as pitch, suddenly filled with stars.
"You're breaking us," she croaked. "We can't be birds or fairies. You're a flower, and we..."
Her voice broke off as the other crows, as if mad, began to beat the ground, pulling out feathers.
"Stop them!" shouted Horus.
- How?!
— They want your blood... but not to die. To remember what it feels like.
Unexpected turn:
When the heroine decides to prick her finger on Spring's beak, she suddenly recoils:
- No. You forgot that we are one.
And at that moment the shadow of the crows merges into the figure of a woman in a torn cloak. This is the first of the fairies - Winter, whose heart "froze" before all the others.

Chapter 8: The Voice of Flowers
The grey buds whispered, and their words flowed along the ground like roots, entangling my feet. I pressed my palm to the wilted peony, its velvet petals now resembling ash.
"They suffer... but we remember what it's like to burn," the flowers rustled. "Take our light. Give it to those who have forgotten."
Gore jumped up and down my hand in horror:
- Do you hear them?! Only... can do that.
“Just what?” I turned around sharply.
But the butterfly fell silent when the peony opened - not with a flower, but with a mouth, and from its depths flowed a voice familiar to the point of goosebumps:
- Sister.
It was my own voice, but from the past.
 
Chapter 9: The Flower Deception
The quiet rustling of petals suddenly stopped. The peony that had whispered "sister" to me a second ago snapped shut, as if its mouth had been gagged. Black cracks began to crawl along the stem, and from them oozed a sticky, resinous darkness.
"These are not their voices..." Horus whispered. His wings trembled, showering pale sparks. "They have been silent for a long time."
The garden around us began to change:
- The grey flowers pretended to be wilted - their stems were unnaturally straight, like wire.
- Instead of a scent, there was something sour in the air, like sour honey.
- And in the pond... in the pond now it was not the sky that was reflected, but a pair of yellow eyes that narrowed, noticing my gaze.
I rushed away, but the "peony" exploded into a cloud of spores that sank into my skin, leaving behind the following inscriptions:
"You are just a dream. Wake up and we will be gone."
Suddenly there was a crunching sound - the herbalist child (about whom the roses had whispered earlier) was making his way through the bushes with a bag of salt:
- Don't trust your eyes! They make you forget... Here! - He threw salt into the pond.
The water boiled and...

Chapter 10: The Key of Horus
Horus flew up over the pond, his wings – no longer translucent, but charred at the edges – scattering sparks. Each one, falling on the water, left a smoking letter:
"Burn me."
“You... you’ll disappear!” I reached out to him, but the herbalist child abruptly pulled my hand away:
- He is not a butterfly. He is a promise.
Revelation:
1. Horus' true form is the final vow of the fairies, incarnated in an insect. His "key" is not an object, but a sacrifice: if it burns completely, a song will be released that:
- Will return the fairies' names.
- But it will erase Gore himself from the memory of everyone, including the heroine.
2. Double game - it turns out that the Sorcerer Without a Shadow is afraid of this key. Not because it is strong, but because it is absolutely useless for the darkness - it cannot be stolen, counterfeited or turned to evil.
3. Winter's Tear - the former fairy, watching Horus, covers her face with her wings. Her ice melts and drops fall on the peony, which suddenly turns red like a wound.
"No!" I screamed as Horus' body flared up like a paper lantern. But it was too late.
His ashes fell into my palm, forming a tiny mirror. Reflected in it was...
...me, but with thistle wings.
"It's you," Winter whispered. "The real one. The one who made us a promise before the fall."

Chapter 11: Peony the Traitor
The mirror of the ashes of Mount trembled in my hand, reflecting an unnaturally crimson peony - the same one that "sister" had whispered to me. Its petals suddenly trembled, and from the core crawled a long, thorny sting, entwined with black threads.
"Don't move," the herbalist hissed, grabbing his knife. "That's not a flower. That's a mouth."
Shocking truth:
1. The Sorcerer's Trap - the peony was his tongue, ingrained in the garden. Everyone who heard his "voice" fed him with their memory:
- Horus knew, but kept silent, because he was created from the petal of the same peony (which means he was a bait).
- Gray flowers are captured souls disguised as plants.
2. Betrayal with tenderness - the peony "took care" of the heroine because she is his root. As a child, she pricked her finger on his thorn, and a drop of blood gave him consciousness.
3. The sorcerer is not a man - he is a parasite that grew out of the forgotten sin of the first fairy. His "shadow" is just a projection, and his true body is the root system of the peony that has entangled the entire garden.
I rushed to pull out the peony, but its roots dug into my palms, and black roses with teeth instead of thorns crawled out of the ground. The herbalist shouted:
- He wants you to pull! Then the garden will collapse into his belly!
Before making a choice, Winter suddenly splits in half - from her icy shell falls a girl with wings of frost. This is not the faded fairy - Silence, whom everyone thought was dead. She touches my forehead:
- You are not his root. You are the thorn that was meant to kill him from the inside. Wake up.
What does it mean:
- The heroine is an instrument of revenge of real fairies, specially “planted” among people.
- Her tears are poison for the peony (but in order to cry, she needs to remember how Gore called her "fairy").
- The herbalist is actually a garden spirit in the form of a child. His knife is the stem of an ancient thistle.
 
Chapter 12: Alternative
The last peony petal fell onto the page of the book.
I froze — because it wasn't my hand turning the pages. Someone else's fingers, someone else's ink stains on the fingertips. Somewhere outside the window, crows were screaming, but the sound was... flat, like a recording.
I looked up and saw the reader.
I pressed my palms against the paragraphs, tearing the paper:
"You're not real!" I screamed at the author, but her face was just a spot of light on the last page.
"Are you real?" the echo answered.
Suddenly, a child’s hand (herbalist’s? reader’s?) wrote a new sentence between the lines:
"And then the fairy woke up - in a world where gardens grow from books."

Epilogue-metaphor with a hidden symbol
In the Library of Forgotten Manuscripts, where time settles between the pages like pollen, a keeper with a green glass in his buttonhole discovered something amazing.
The book "Reaching the Flower" was not on the shelf, but on the windowsill - as if someone had just stopped reading. When he picked it up, three things happened:
1. The root trembled - thin roots, like hair, wrapped around his wrist.
2. On page 33 (where Gore first called the heroine a "fairy") a water stain in the shape of a wing appeared.
3. And when the light fell at an angle, shadows began to dart across the edge of the paper, as if moths were trying to escape.
The keeper turned the book against the light - and then all the letters "o" on the last page turned into tiny peonies. In the center of each -
...a black dot, like a pupil that is watching you.
But the strangest thing awaited him on the flyleaf:
- An imprint of lips (childish?) in the corner, and next to it - barely visible words:
"Thank you for reaching out."
The keeper carefully closed the book. Something moved on the cover - but it could have been the shadow of a branch outside the window.
“I wonder,” he thought, “how many more stories live here?”
And in the pocket of his coat, the petal, which had not been there a second ago, was slowly melting like a snowflake.
Why is this important:
- The wing on page 33 is a hint that Horus is still here, just turned into text.
- Peonies - "o" - vowels, without which it is impossible to pronounce "love" or "pain".
- Lips on the endpaper - perhaps the author kissed the book goodbye.
The keeper closed the book, but a single petal remained on his palm - not a peony, not a rose, but something else. He brought it to the light and suddenly heard:
- Dili-dili.
Outside the library window, on the branch of an old maple tree, sat a butterfly with wings like Horus's. For a second it seemed as if it winked...
"The garden has closed its pages.
But the roots remain."