Once upon a time, there was a little girl. With hair so soft as pillows and skin so white as the moon. She was admired. Every boy of the village proposed her, and every boy of the village was in love with her. She was so beautful, that even the ghost of the white peacock loved her. The ghost his proposel was also rejected, she was in love with someone else. Someone? no, something. Flowers. The ghost was in rage! He wanted her! Now, and forever! So he kidnapped her. And held her hidden in a cave. She couldn't get out. She was cursed. The peacock asked her again, and again. He was very powerful but the only thing he couldnt get was her. So in all his rage. He used his last magic, and turned her into a white flower. He died next to her. And she? She was happier than ever. She was a flower. And her seeds still cover the world. She is still alive...