Once upon a golden June eve, when the Honey Moon hung low in the sky like a glowing drop of amber, there lived a gentle moon spirit named Mitsuki. She was the keeper of joy, the guardian of sweetness, and the dreamer of golden days yet to come.
The Honey Moon, soft and low, bathed the meadows in its syrupy light. Bees shimmered like flying jewels, humming lullabies to the blooms. Mitsuki, wrapped in robes the colour of warm honeycomb and midnight skies, wandered barefoot among the hives that sparkled with sunlight and stardust.
The bees welcomed her with open wings, their buzz thick with enchantment. They spoke not in words, but in joy, calling her to taste the sweetness she had spun from dream and daylight. Each golden drop she gathered held laughter, hope, and memories from the spring just passed.
With every scoop, Mitsuki whispered blessings into the air, "Abundance to the dreamers, sweetness to the seekers, joy to those who dare to bloom"".
As she savoured the fruit of her labours, she turned her gaze toward the horizon. Summer stirred, still unseen, but its promise sparkled like dew on the petals of possibility. The magic of spring was not yet done singing, but a new melody waited to rise.
Bathed in the amber glow of the full moon, Mitsuki danced—bees swirling behind her, scattering blessings like confetti spun from sunlight. Yet she knew, as all wise spirits do, that joy rarely comes without its shadow. Even the richest honey hides a sting, and every golden blossom bears its thorn. Still, she smiled, for the sweetness was worth the wound and the bruise, a small price for such beauty.
