In a realm where shadows softly converse, the yard twists and grows like ivy on an ancient wall. Textures of time breathe and exhale mystic reminders.
A voice, neither here nor there, whispers with the wind, "Once, in the seams of yesterday, I glimpsed the stars dancing in a violet sky.”
The air tastes of silence, a melody unsung yet tenderly familiar. Is it the voice of a phantom, or merely winds weaving old secrets?
Return to the Sanctuary | Dance with the Rain | Explore Forgotten PathsWhere now? Feel the pulse of unseen gardens beneath your feet...