Beyond the whispering bramble, where shadows dance upon twilight’s edge, lies a path seldom trodden. In the cool embrace of evening's breath, a song of the ephemeral thrums beneath opalescent skies. Here, amid the lilac mist, reside stories unwoven, chapters lost to the fabric of unimagined realms.
Once, there bloomed a rose, singular in its dance among petals long faded to repose. Its fragrance wove sonnets in the air, notes of a melody unplayed since the time of amber fires and silken dreams. An unseen muse beckons with gentle cries; an echo of laughter spills from the garden’s threshold, where time meets its forgotten dance.
Whispered, yet never spoken; gleaned in glimpses but revealed in shadows, the secret of this place clings to the air like morning dew—a tender veil upon a silent dawn. Will you linger, thus, to learn the name of these unseen petals, unravel their beauty with fingertips trembling as if in prayer?
"Even the stars, weary and veiled, bow their heads to her lingering grace…”
What Lies Beneath