Whispers in the Garden's Hollow

Amidst the dying petals, the echo of footsteps whisper — stories of yesteryear linger in the rustling leaves, a chorus of forgotten blooms serenading decay. Each root tangles deeper into earth's embrace, a silent witness to the unraveling tapestry.

As lanterns dim, shadows stretch — beckoning unseen presences familiar yet afar. A once radiant sanctuary, now a carousel of whispers, turning slowly into the void, where echoes dare not follow...