In the garden where the moon whispers secrets, we danced on petals painted in twilight hues.
"Look there! The stars have formed a path!" you cried, eyes twinkling with the brilliance of a thousand nebulae.
Hand in hand, we trod softly, stepping into realms where peacocks sing sonnets of time. Yet, shadows linger just behind the dawn, casting silken nets to catch our childhood dreams.
Recognizing the weight of their mesmerizing pull, we resist. Reality, even laced with poignant wonders, is ours to navigate steep cliffs and ocean waves sculpting memories and whispers.
Remember the tales of old where shadows took the place of beloved friends? Remember, the ink of eternity etches echoes onto our wandering souls.
Echoes of Moon's Garden