"<p>A rose dreamed of bees day and night, but in reality not a single one rested on its petals. However, the flower continued to dream. In his long nights, he imagined the sky covered with bees, descending one by one to kiss him. It lasted until the next day, when it opened again in the sunshine. One evening, the moon spoke, who knew the loneliness of the rose: - Aren't you tired of waiting? - Maybe. But I have to keep fighting. - Why? - Because if I don't open up, I wither away. When we feel that loneliness destroys all beauty, the only way to survive is to keep an open mind.</p>"