In the heart of medieval Greece, nestled within the serene confines of the Paraclete Abbey, bloomed a love story as timeless as the roses that graced its gardens. Abelard, a renowned philosopher and theologian, and Heloise, his brilliant and devoted student, found their lives intertwined by both intellect and passion. Their love, however, transcended the walls of the classroom and took root in the fertile soil of Heloise's cherished garden.

Heloise had always harbored a deep love for the natural world, finding solace and inspiration among the flowers and plants. Her garden was a sanctuary, a place where she could escape the harsh realities of her time and immerse herself in the beauty and tranquility of nature. She tended to her garden with the same care and dedication she showed to her studies, each bloom a testament to her gentle spirit.

Abelard, deeply moved by Heloise's passion for her garden, vowed to bring the world to her in the form of seeds. As he traveled across Europe, lecturing and debating, he collected seeds from every corner of the continent. Each seed he gathered was a symbol of his love and devotion, a promise that no matter how far he traveled, his heart remained with her.

From the lavender fields of Provence to the tulip meadows of Holland, Abelard's journeys brought him to places of extraordinary beauty. He meticulously collected seeds, often trading his prized books or manuscripts for rare and exotic specimens. Each night, he would write letters to Heloise, describing the lands he visited and the seeds he had acquired. His words painted vivid pictures of distant landscapes, filling her heart with wonder and anticipation.

Let us listen small fragments from each letter:

Monday, 3rd June - today I visited magnific place, building itself was a marvel of architectural ingenuity, designed to evoke the essence of a forest, creating an immersive experience that brought visitors closer to nature.

Tuesday, 4th of June - The air was thick with the sweet scent of ripening fruit, a heady blend of apples, pears, and plums.

Wednesday, 5th of June - Perched atop a remote, shadowy hill, the structure commands a panoramic view of the sprawling landscape below. This secluded location is chosen for its clear, unpolluted skies, far from the intrusive lights of civilization. The building itself is a marvel of engineering and science, featuring a large, domed roof that can open to reveal the vast expanse of the night sky.

Thursday, 6th of June - With a gentle tug, I plucked the small, round fruit from the branch. Its skin was smooth and taut, a deep, inviting shade that promised sweetness. I brought it to my lips and bit down, breaking through the tender flesh. A burst of juicy, tangy sweetness flooded my mouth, refreshing and delightful.

Friday, 7th of June - Beneath the sprawling canopy of a tree adorned with vibrant blue flowers, I found myself on a quest for its elusive seeds. The air was fragrant with the delicate scent of the blossoms, their petals a striking contrast against the lush green leaves. Sunlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the ground.

Saturday, 8th of June -Embarking on the quest to gather Nighfall flower was an intriguing and deeply enriching experience. The journey was filled with moments of discovery, reflection, and connection to the natural world, making it an unforgettable adventure.

Sunday, 9th of June - some of those seeds need to be diligently collected during all week.

Monday, 10th of June - As I rounded a bend in the path, the monastery came into view, its ancient stone walls rising from the forest floor like a fortress of faith. Moss clung to the weathered façade, and climbing vines wound their way up the walls, adding a touch of wild beauty to the scene.

Tuesday, 11th of June - The wonderful green chest stood as a masterpiece of craftsmanship, blending elegance and functionality in perfect harmony. Crafted from rich, deep-green wood with a lustrous finish, it exuded an air of timeless beauty and sophistication.

Wednesday, 12th of June - At a bustling trade fair, you come across a lively booth drawing quite a crowd. The centerpiece of this attraction is a large, colorful wheel, divided into sections marked with various prizes and numbers. Participants line up, eager to take their turn at spinning the wheel. As the wheel spins, it creates a rhythmic clicking sound, building anticipation with each tick. When the wheel gradually slows to a stop, the crowd watches with bated breath to see which segment it will land on.

Thursday, 13th of June - Picture a graceful tree that seems to dance in the breeze. Its branches are adorned with delicate, fern-like leaves that create a lush, feathery canopy. In the blooming season, this tree becomes a spectacle of beauty with clusters of fluffy, spherical flowers in shades of pink or yellow. These blossoms emit a sweet, subtle fragrance, attracting bees and butterflies, making it a haven for pollinators. The tree’s overall appearance is airy and light, giving it an almost ethereal quality. Often found in warm climates, it adds a touch of elegance and softness to the landscape, providing dappled shade and a serene atmosphere.


Friday, 14th of June -

As I approached the majestic tree, I felt a strange, otherworldly presence. Suddenly, from the heart of the oak, emerged a figure of ethereal beauty – a dryad, the spirit of the tree. Her eyes sparkled like dew-kissed leaves, and her hair flowed like cascading vines.

Friday, 14th of June - Imagine a flowerbed designed to resemble a delicate, winged insect with vibrant colors. The layout includes two symmetrical sections that spread out gracefully on either side, connected by a central, narrow body. The floral arrangement is artfully crafted to mimic the appearance of fluttering wings, creating a visually stunning and dynamic garden display.


Saturday, 15th of June - The workshop itself is typically constructed from sturdy timber and stone, with a wide, open entrance to accommodate the heat and smoke from the forge. Inside, the blacksmith works amidst the glow of a roaring fire, surrounded by anvils, hammers, tongs, and other essential tools. The rhythmic sound of hammering metal resonates through the air, accompanied by the occasional hiss of hot iron being cooled in water. It was usually located within a castle or fortified area to ensure protection against theft and tampering.


Sunday, 16th of June - It was dimly lit, foreboding underground chamber, often found within a castle, fortress, or prison. Its walls are constructed of thick, cold stone, giving the space a damp and oppressive atmosphere. The air is heavy with the scent of mildew and decay, permeating every corner of the space.


Monday, 17th of June - Remember that grand hall with the magnificent mosaic floor that spans the entirety of the hall. It reminded our waltz lessons fondly. We learned to move gracefully across the dance floor, counting the beats in our heads: one, two, three. With each step, we synchronized our movements to the rhythm of the music, gliding and twirling in perfect harmony. It was a delightful experience, filled with laughter and joy as we mastered the art of the waltz together.


Tuesday, 18th of June - According to legend, this legendary place was ruled by a powerful chief or king who would cover himself in gold dust during sacred ceremonies, diving into a sacred water covered with flowers to wash it off, symbolizing both wealth and purification.


Wednesday, 19th of June - Each day brings a new route and fresh challenges, designed to test the participants' skills, physical endurance, and quick thinking.


Thursday, 20th of June - As participants eagerly await the outcome, the dark spinning wheel remains an enigmatic and captivating presence, embodying the essence of chance and possibility. Its role in determining the course of events underscores the delicate balance between fate and choice, making it a focal point of intrigue...


Friday, 21th of June - Rising above the bustling streets of the city, there stands a tall and imposing structure that commands a panoramic view of the surroundings. This elevated edifice is strategically located at a high point, ensuring it has an unobstructed vantage over the entire urban landscape.



Saturday, 22th of June - Abelard, with his heart pounding and palms slightly sweaty, carefully selected the finest bouquet of flowers, their vibrant pink petals symbolizing the deep affection he held for Heloise.

As Abelard and Heloise stood together under the arch of roses, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their private sanctuary. The arch, carefully adorned with intertwined rose vines, formed a perfect canopy of vibrant blooms above them. Each rose, in full bloom, added a splash of color against the backdrop of the twilight sky, their petals glowing softly in the diminishing light.

Upon his return to the Paraclete, Abelard presented Heloise with a chest filled with seeds. "These are my gifts to you," he said, "a piece of the world, brought together in our garden." Heloise's eyes sparkled with tears of joy as she embraced him, her heart swelling with love and gratitude.

Together, they planted the seeds, each one representing a part of their journey and the depth of their love. As the garden flourished, it became a living testament to their bond, a vibrant tapestry of colors and fragrances that told the story of their devotion. Roses from England mingled with lilies from Egypt, while orchids from the Orient stood proudly beside daisies from the meadows of France. But most beautiful was mystical and rare Nightfall Flower.

The garden became a place of pilgrimage for scholars and lovers alike, all drawn by the legend of Abelard and Heloise. It was said that to walk among the flowers was to experience their love firsthand, to feel the strength of their bond in every petal and leaf. The air was filled with the songs of birds and the gentle hum of bees, a symphony of nature that echoed the harmony of their hearts.

In the twilight of their lives, Abelard and Heloise would often sit together in their garden, hand in hand, surrounded by the blooms that had become symbols of their enduring love. "This garden is our legacy," Heloise would say, her voice filled with contentment. "It is a testament to our love, a reminder that beauty and joy can grow even in the face of adversity."[list=]