The Unseen Hands
Here, beneath the cracked earth and overgrown paths, lies a tapestry woven by unseen hands. Grasses reclaim their dominion, and flowers bloom in defiance of the changing seasons.
Gardener's Lament
Once tended by desperate lovers, the soil clings to memories of laughter and eternal promises. Yet, amid the decay, hope unfurls on stubborn stems, vibrant against despair's creeping vine. The echoes of their vows persist, unyielding.
Beyond the hedgerow, a path diverges into forgotten realms, where the whispers call and the shadows dance. Follow them into the maze or stay, and contemplate the garden's silent dirge.
Do you hear them? The echoes of voices you cannot remember, perhaps promising something you've long since abandoned?