These flowers, known as Starblooms, were believed to carry the souls of ancestors, shining their light and sharing their wisdom with the living just once each year.
The garden had been cared for by generations of the Liora family, a lineage of quiet gardeners and healers who believed deeply in the magic of the Starblooms. Each year, the Lioras would invite the village to the garden, encouraging everyone to bring a small candle and a memory of a loved one who had passed.
It was now Zara’s first time caring for the garden alone, and she felt uncertain, as if she couldn’t possibly carry on her grandmother’s legacy.
On Halloween night, as the village gathered, Zara moved through the garden, tending to each Starbloom with the careful touch her grandmother had shown her. The villagers waited patiently with their candles, the garden quiet with anticipation.
As the clock neared midnight, Zara knelt by the largest Starbloom, her heart filled with memories of her grandmother’s laugh, her warm hands, and her gentle, steadying voice.
“Grandmother,” she whispered, “if you’re here, please help me. I don’t know if I can do this without you.”
The garden was silent, but as midnight struck, a soft glow began to spread, each Starbloom opening in a radiant bloom of light.
The villagers gasped as the flowers lit up the night, each petal glowing as if sprinkled with stardust, forming a constellation that seemed to mirror the sky above.
And then, from the heart of the largest Starbloom, a warm, familiar presence filled the air, wrapping around Zara like a soft embrace. She closed her eyes, hearing her grandmother’s voice in her heart. “My sweet Zara, the light you see around you is not only from the flowers.
It comes from you, and from everyone here. Love and remembrance are what make the Starblooms shine.”
Zara felt her heart steady, the warmth of her grandmother’s words filling her with peace. She looked around at the villagers, each holding a candle, faces illuminated in the soft, celestial glow. She understood then that her role was not to carry the garden alone but to create a space where everyone’s love and light could gather and grow.
With new confidence, she invited the villagers to place their candles among the flowers, each one lighting up the garden further. She encouraged them to share stories, to speak the names of their loved ones, and as they did, the Starblooms seemed to glow brighter, each flower responding to the memories and love surrounding it.
From that night on, Zara continued to care for the Garden of Stars, not with the heavy burden of duty, but with a joyful heart, knowing her grandmother and all the spirits would always be a part of it. Each Halloween, the villagers would gather in the garden, filling it with light, love, and stories, a beautiful tapestry woven with memories, binding the living and the departed in a radiant glow.
The garden would come alive in a beautiful ritual of remembrance, a night to connect with those who had crossed to the other side.
This Halloween, young Zara Liora, the newest caretaker of the garden, felt the weight of tradition more deeply than ever before. Her grandmother, Miriam, who had taught her to tend to the garden and shared the family’s wisdom, had passed away just a few months earlier.