Tessa was a girl with soil under her nails and wonder in her heart. She lived on the edge of the valley where the sky stretched endlessly, and the sunsets always made her sigh.
One evening, she told her grandfather, “I wish we could keep sunsets forever.”
He smiled and handed her a small velvet pouch. “Then plant one.”
Inside were seeds, strange and glowing. Tessa planted them in the highest field and watered them with moonlit dew, as instructed. Days passed. Then weeks.
Just when she was ready to give up, small shoots sprouted. The leaves shimmered like gold, and at dusk, the flowers burst open in hues of coral, amber, and lavender.
The sky mirrored them. Each evening, the field bloomed with a living sunset, brighter and more beautiful than before.
People came from across the land to sit in her field and watch the sky blossom in color. And Tessa, with dirt on her hands and joy in her eyes, became the girl who had given her village a sunset that never truly faded.
