(Draft)
Flowers exist in all worlds. We found this during the early days of exploring the cosmos. All habitable planets, no matter the type of star, the form of life. All planets contained the form of the flower. On Lebelia II, the flowers were vast things, as tall as mountains. They extended out in spirals across the world, beautiful iridescent purples and yellows shining and reflecting the light of it's two stars. The pollinators were tiny in comparison - white gnats, making up billion sized swarms that would float from flower to flower.
The sight created a great aurora in the sky of rainbow lights. No other life lived here. No other life could survive the dance of the two stars. Lebellia, it's namesake and the smaller Trilon. They had been locked for a million years in a dance of death, each reaching towards the other, then straying, then reaching, then straying again. They had found a perfect orbit. They'd tease and retreat like forbidden lovers, neither relenting nor releasing, each knowing their first kiss would be the kiss of death.
The planet would rise from temperatures that could boil metal, to temperatures that would freeze a flame. The only life that adapted was the flowers, and the bugs. The flowers would curl up during intense cold, keeping the bugs huddled into the great igloos.
During intense heat the flowers created gorgeous dances, reflecting the heat into the great pettles as the bugs rested in the shade and bred as only bugs can breed.
The springs and autumns were perfectly temperature, and the bugs would travel and pollinate from flower to flower, travelling on gusts made by the wafts of pettles.
Flowers exist in all worlds. This was fact. This was the basis of our faith. We worshipped the flowers, and the pollinators. The grand cycle existed across millions of worlds, from the great pollinating behemoths of the tundras of Exilyia, to the fields of the planet Juliya, where the flowers grew in perfect circles, each color never overlapping, each circle perfectly symmetrical to it's twin across the entire planet.
We first met The Orchid countless solar blooms since our conception. The planet itself was not particularly important, it had few natural resources, it's flowers limited and non-extravagant, and as such, it had been ignored by us for millenia. When we initially saw the flower, a feeling of great disappointment washed over our flock. It was small, the rosettes of leaves blended in with stalks of grass nearby. At it's base, three petals..
No.
We we wrong.
The true petals sat inside the three false ones. Tiny things, the same green of the grass and of the leaves.
One petal out of this orchid contained a small pattern, sinusoidal in nature - three curves along the edges.