Lila Flores hummed softly as she tended to the vibrant blooms in the family flower shop, Bulaklak. The sweet, earthy scents of the lilies, roses, and sampaguitas surrounded her, instantly lifting her spirits. This was her sanctuary, a place where she felt most at peace.

As Lila delicately pruned the leaves of a thriving ginger plant, the bell above the shop's entrance chimed, signaling a new customer. She looked up and greeted the familiar face with a warm smile.

"Magandang hapon, Tita Ines! How can I help you today?"

Ines, a regular at the shop, returned the smile. "Magandang hapon, Lila. I'm here to pick up the order I placed for the fiesta this weekend. The decorations are looking absolutely beautiful, by the way. Your family really has a gift."

"Maraming salamat, Tita," Lila replied, brimming with pride. She quickly retrieved the carefully wrapped bouquets and arrangements, handing them over to the older woman. "I hope the flowers bring lots of joy to the celebration."

"I'm sure they will." Ines paid for the order, then paused, studying Lila for a moment. "You know, your lolo would be so proud of you, running this shop with such passion. He always said you had a special connection to the plants."

Lila felt a familiar pang in her chest at the mention of her beloved grandfather. "Salamat po. I miss him every day, but I know he's watching over us." She glanced around the cozy space, filled with the vibrant colors and textures of nature. "This shop, these flowers - they're a part of him. And a part of me."

Ines nodded knowingly. "Well, I best be on my way. Enjoy the rest of your day, my dear."

"Ingat po, Tita Ines," Lila called out as the older woman exited the shop. She let out a content sigh, then turned her attention back to the task at hand.

As Lila carefully arranged a bouquet of sampaguitas, her fingers brushed against the delicate petals. Suddenly, a jolt of energy surged through her, causing her to gasp and nearly drop the flowers. She steadied herself, blinking in confusion as a strange sensation washed over her.

He air around Lila seemed to shimmer, and the familiar sounds of Manila traffic outside faded away. She looked around, disoriented, as the shop's interior began to blur and shift. The once-vibrant colors of the blooms dulled, and the light filtering through the windows took on an amber hue.

Lila's heart raced as she realized the shop was changing - no, she was the one changing. Before her eyes, the modern furnishings and decor morphed into something more rustic and aged. The tiled floor beneath her feet transformed into worn wooden planks.

"What's happening?" Lila whispered, her voice trembling. She gripped the edge of the counter to steady herself, her knuckles turning white.

Suddenly, the chime of the shop's entrance bell rang out, but the sound was muffled, as if from a great distance. Lila whirled around, her eyes widening as a figure stepped through the doorway.

It was a man, tall and broad-shouldered, clad in a loose white shirt and dark trousers. He paused, his gaze sweeping over Lila with a mix of curiosity and caution.

"Magandang hapon," he said, his deep voice tinged with a slight accent. "Pasensya na, pero nais ko lamang bumili ng ilang bulaklak."

ila stared at him, utterly bewildered. The man's words were in Tagalog, yet she understood them as if he were speaking in English. She opened her mouth, struggling to form a coherent response.

"I... I'm sorry, I don't..." Lila trailed off, her brow furrowing in confusion.

The man's expression shifted to one of concern. "Mayroon bang problema?" he asked, taking a step closer.

Lila stared at the man before her, her mind racing. Everything around her had transformed - the modern flower shop had given way to a space that looked like it had been plucked straight from the past. And this stranger, with his traditional Tagalog greeting, was clearly not a present-day customer.

"I'm sorry, I... I don't understand," Lila stammered, her heart pounding in her chest. "Where am I?"

The man furrowed his brow, his dark eyes filled with concern. "Tila'y may problema ka. Paano ko makakatulong sa iyo?"

Lila shook her head, struggling to comprehend the situation. "I'm sorry, I don't speak Tagalog. I don't know what's happening. One moment I was in my family's flower shop, and now..." She trailed off, glancing around the unfamiliar space.

Realization dawned on the man's face. "Ah, I see. You are not from around here, are you?" He offered her a gentle smile. "Do not be afraid. My name is Maro Aguilar. I am here to help you."

Lila let out a shaky breath, some of the tension leaving her body at his reassuring tone. "Lila Flores. I... I don't know how I got here. This place, it's not my shop anymore."

Maro nodded slowly. "You are in Maynila, in the year 1564." He paused, studying her closely. "I believe you have been transported through time."

Lila's eyes widened in disbelief. "Time travel? But that's impossible!" She shook her head, her mind reeling. "This has to be some kind of dream, or maybe I'm going crazy..."

"I understand your confusion," Maro said calmly. "But I assure you, this is no dream. You are truly here, in the past." He gestured around the shop. "This is my family's humble store, where we sell goods and wares to the people of Maynila."

Lila's gaze followed his hand, taking in the unfamiliar sights and sounds. The once-vibrant colors of the flowers had dulled, and the air carried a different scent, one tinged with the aroma of spices and smoke. Outside the windows, she could see people in traditional Filipino garb going about their business in the bustling streets.

"How is this possible?" Lila whispered, more to herself than to Maro. She pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to make sense of it all.

Maro stepped closer, his expression filled with empathy. "I know this must be overwhelming. But I promise, I will do everything I can to help you understand what has happened and how you came to be here."

Lila let out a shaky breath, some of the tension leaving her body at his reassuring tone. "Lila Flores. I... I don't know how I got here. This place, it's not my shop anymore."

Maro nodded slowly. "You are in Maynila, in the year 1564." He paused, studying her closely. "I believe you have been transported through time."

Lila's eyes widened in disbelief. "Time travel? But that's impossible!" She shook her head, her mind reeling. "This has to be some kind of dream, or maybe I'm going crazy..."

"I understand your confusion," Maro said calmly. "But I assure you, this is no dream. You are truly here, in the past." He gestured around the shop. "This is my family's humble store, where we sell goods and wares to the people of Maynila."

Lila's gaze followed his hand, taking in the unfamiliar sights and sounds. The once-vibrant colors of the flowers had dulled, and the air carried a different scent, one tinged with the aroma of spices and smoke. Outside the windows, she could see people in traditional Filipino garb going about their business in the bustling streets.

"How is this possible?" Lila whispered, more to herself than to Maro. She pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to make sense of it all.

Maro stepped closer, his expression filled with empathy. "I know this must be overwhelming. But I promise, I will do everything I can to help you understand what has happened and how you came to be here."

Lila met his gaze, finding comfort in the sincerity she saw there. "Thank you," she murmured. "I... I don't know what to do."

"For now, the best thing is to remain calm," Maro said reassuringly. "Come, let us sit and you can tell me more about yourself. Perhaps together, we can unravel the mystery of your arrival in Maynila."

Lila nodded shakily, allowing Maro to guide her to a small wooden bench at the back of the shop. As she sat down, she couldn't help but wonder what other surprises this strange new world had in store for her.

Lila took a deep, steadying breath as Maro settled onto the bench beside her. The initial panic was starting to subside, replaced by a mix of bewilderment and curiosity.

"Okay, let me try to understand this," she said, her gaze meeting Maro's. "You're telling me I've somehow traveled back in time? To the year 1564, in a place called Maynila?"

Maro nodded. "That is correct. I know it is difficult to believe, but I assure you, this is no illusion." He offered her an empathetic smile. "I can only imagine how disorienting this must be for you."

Lila let out a humorless laugh. "Disorienting doesn't even begin to cover it. I was just tending to my family's flower shop in modern-day Manila, and now I'm..." She gestured around the rustic space. "I'm here. In the past."

"I understand your skepticism," Maro said. "But I promise, I will do everything in my power to help you make sense of this situation." He paused, studying her intently. "Tell me, Lila Flores, where exactly are you from?"

"I'm from the Philippines, just like you," Lila replied. "But not this Philippines - the modern-day version, in the year 2024." She shook her head in bewilderment. "I have no idea how I ended up here. One moment I was arranging flowers, and the next..." She trailed off, her brow furrowing.

Maro's eyes widened slightly. "The year 2024? That is truly remarkable." He leaned in, his expression filled with curiosity. "And you say you were tending to flowers in your family's shop? What was the name of this shop?"

"Bulaklak," Lila replied. "It's a flower shop in Manila."

Maro nodded thoughtfully. "Ah, I see. And what were you doing in the shop when this... transformation occurred?"

Lila wracked her brain, trying to recall the exact moment everything had changed. "I was arranging a bouquet of sampaguitas," she said slowly. "And then, suddenly, everything started shifting around me. The colors, the furniture, even the sounds outside - it was all different."

Maro's brow furrowed in contemplation. "Sampaguitas, you say?" He paused, a hint of wonder in his voice. "Perhaps that is the key to your journey through time."

Before Lila could respond, the sound of the shop's entrance bell chimed, and a new figure stepped into the room. Lila's gaze immediately shifted to the newcomer, and her breath caught in her throat.

It was a woman, tall and graceful, with porcelain skin and raven-black hair cascading down her back. She wore a flowing, richly embroidered dress that accentuated her slender figure, and her dark eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.

"Magandang hapon, Maro," the woman said, her voice smooth and melodic. She then turned her gaze to Lila, her lips curving into a warm smile. "And who is your lovely companion?"

Maro rose from the bench, a faint flush coloring his cheeks. "Magandang hapon, Doña Sarina. This is Lila Flores, a... a guest in our shop."

Sarina's eyes widened with feigned surprise. "Lila Flores? What an unusual name." She stepped closer, her gaze sweeping over Lila in a way that made the younger woman feel suddenly self-conscious. "It is a pleasure to meet you, my dear. I am Doña Sarina Delgado."

Lila stood, offering the noblewoman a tentative smile. "It's nice to meet you as well, Doña Sarina."

Sarina's eyes sparkled with what Lila could only describe as a hint of calculation. "And tell me, Lila, where are you from? I don't believe I've seen you in Maynila before."

Lila glanced uncertainly at Maro, unsure of how much she should reveal. "I, um, I'm actually not from around here,"