In the garden where shadows twirl, a melody of leaves unfurls. The wind hums secrets in the night, a subtle beauty, a rare delight.
A moonbeam smiles on petals slight, casting dreams of enchanted fright. Giggles echo in twilight's embrace, lost in the dance of time's gentle chase.
Listen close and you might hear, the lullabies of shadows near. Darkened figures weave and play, in hidden corners where children stray.
Find the path that gently bends, where all beginnings meet their ends. A door ajar, whispers come alive, in the garden where secrets thrive.
"Tell me the story," she said softly, "of the beauty that lingers beyond our sight."