Every century, the Moonflower bloomed on the highest mountain, granting one wish to the soul pure enough to touch it. Arin, a poor shepherd, climbed the cliffs while kings sent armies. Many fell, but he pressed on. At the summit, he found the flower glowing silver. As he reached out, it spoke: “What do you wish for?” Arin thought of wealth, kingdoms, power. But then he whispered, “Peace for my village.” The flower dissolved into light, and the mountain rumbled. When he returned, his village thrived, safe from famine and war. Arin realized true magic lies not in taking, but in giving.