Standing in a night garden where radiant white flowers bloomed brilliantly, I, just a 5-year-old child at the time, wondered: What secrets lie within such splendor? I sought the answer by slipping through the many layers of petals, emerging with a head dusted in sparkling golden pollen, giggling in delight. What the child saw, in the magical depths of their imagination, remained a secret for many years. Until one day, they were ready to unveil that secret…