There was a white flower growing inside the creature's belly as its wooden body opened to the side to look like wings.
It was so white that no other color could stain it. The flower also emitted a white light that bewitched Ashnard and the others.
More beautiful than blue flowers. Purer than all living things. The waving of the petals, when blown by the wind, is so elegant as a professional dancer. Its sturdy trunk is able to support the white crown like a king with his crown.
Ashnard walked slowly towards the flower. His hands stretched forward as if to say, "This is the flower we were looking for. Once this flower is taken, the mission is complete." The most wanted flower was before Ashnard's eyes, and it was only a few steps before it was in his hands.