Once, there was a garden, but not just any garden. It was the kind of garden you read about in books that make you believe in magic. The air tasted slightly of lemon drops and sunshine. Remember? Or maybe you just invented that memory. But isn't inventing memories part of the charm?
Sometimes, when the clock ticks sideways and the world tilts just a bit off-kilter, the mundane becomes extraordinary. I might be standing at the edge of reality, cup of coffee steaming in one hand, the other tracing constellations in the air. You ever done that? Stared at the sky and created stories about the stars?
Whispers of Old TreesArrival of the Unseen
Close your eyes for just a second. If you could, would you wander to that garden again? Chase the lemon-dropped sunshine? Or perhaps you'd prefer to dance with the stars, weaving tales of celestial wonders and earthly delights. The invitation is always there, lingering in the space between reality and your dreams.