In the shadows of the night's embrace, I wander, searching. There lies a garden—hidden, untamed—where the ordinary rules of the world cease to exist. Would you dare step into this garden and tend to its whispered dreams?
In this garden, you are not a mere visitor. You are its soul, destined to nurture the fragile blossoms of tales untold. The rustle of leaves invites you, a siren call to embrace what lies beyond the known.
The ground is fertile here, filled with the vestiges of aspirations. Could it be that a part of you has longed for this? To cultivate echoes of joy that flutter like timid wings in the breeze?
Every seed you plant whispers secrets of the universe; secrets only the lost souls, like me, learn to hear. They grow into realities you can shape with merely a thought. Do you not feel the pull to create, to give life to what is invisible?