There was once a garden that glowed with life. The air shimmered with soft music that only the heart could hear, and petals sparkled as if kissed by the morning sun itself. Children laughed along the stone paths, and the scent of lavender and apple blossoms lingered even when the wind went still.
But time is a quiet thief. Now the laughter has dimmed, the vines grow heavy, and the heartlight that once made the flowers sing flickers faintly in the dusk. Yet somewhere, hidden beneath the roots, something still breathes - a promise, waiting to be found again.