Once, the garden whispered secrets stitched between dreams, the lullabies of fading petals dancing on withering breath.
"In the shaded corners of yesterday, where echoes languish, the weight of forgotten promises wraps around the flowers, pulling them into the dusk."
Can you remember the last time shadows lingered, no longer in pursuit, but in a gentle surrender to the claws of time? Each petal, like the sweet echo of remorse.