In the garden where the sun dips its hue, there is a tree that creaks like whispers from another time. Leaves whisper secrets to the breeze, and flowers bloom in laughter, though sometimes, one can catch a scent of something hidden—like forgotten rain on dusty roads.
"Do you hear them too?" asked a tiny voice from nowhere, as shadows under the moonlight danced with a mischievous glee, playing games that humans could never see.
Children play in circles, drawing dreams in the dirt with fingers splayed wide. They dabble in charms and then add shadows to their tricks, giggling as dark shapes peek from behind familiar flora. And the garden watches, waiting for the right moment—a time when everything pauses, holding its breath, and then.
Follow the echo or uncover the mysteries. But beware, for not everything in the garden wishes for company.