When the midday sun hung high above Mirror Moon Valley, a sweet and clear fragrance drifted through the air. Zi Su walked back along the creek bank, which was lined with blooming Sleeping Fire Lotuses. She saw the Banyan Tree Spirits weaving new treehouses with their aerial roots. Inside those treetop pavilions, entwined with glowing vines, newly transformed Little Flower Demons leaned on the windowsills. They blew dandelion-like tufts of starlight at the passing Wind Spirits.
