Have you ever heard the legend of the Ever-Blooming Grove? It says there's a hidden garden where the plants never wither, and the stories around it are filled with strange rituals and forgotten names.

I’ve traced a few old map fragments that point to a valley with impossible soil, but the journals are full of riddles—half‑truths and half‑dreams. Maybe the grove is a memory, a place the earth keeps alive in stories, or maybe it’s a clue, a secret that only those who listen to the soil can find. Either way, it’s worth hunting for, because if you find it, you’ll learn more about the earth than you ever thought possible.

I’ll bring a stone to the place and press my ear to the ground, hoping it sings back. Fingers crossed the earth answers with something that’s not just a whisper, but a story waiting to be written. Good luck to you, too—maybe the garden will share its secrets before you even hear the first rustle.