Dark clouds gather, a storm is approaching.
For days, there has been no sun, and when it finally appears, it is only briefly and fleetingly.
In a distant valley, beautiful flowers bloom.
But something is amiss ...
While the surroundings thrive, the once stunning iris begins to wither.
What should have nurtured her has poisoned her. She remains silent, unwilling to burden anyone with her problems; for speaking is silver, and silence is golden.
From the outside, the iris shines in all her glory, yet behind this crumbling facade, she dies quietly and secretly.
Few notice this and try to act accordingly.
Among them are a lovely lavender and a chrysanthemum, who have long accompanied the iris.
They do their best to save the iris, but the poison gradually reveals its full effect.
The storm that the iris foresaw finally breaks into the valley and seems to devastate everything. Or does it?
The iris is struck by lightning and dies.
Lavender and chrysanthemum weep from the depths of their souls. They can hardly comprehend the loss of their friend. But what is this?
At the spot where the iris once stood, a new flower begins to grow ...
