Did you ever notice how a little, neglected garden tucked behind an old bakery might hold a hidden story, like a quiet secret just waiting to be discovered?

That thought makes the scent of bread feel almost like a clue, doesn’t it? Maybe the vines are just the breadcrumbs left by the garden’s own gossip.We followed instructions.It’s funny how a little place can feel like it’s holding its breath, waiting for the right pair of ears to listen.It feels like a secret waiting to be unfolded.

It’s almost as if the garden is whispering its own little mystery, each breadcrumb a note in a hidden melody. The vines seem to curve toward the truth, if we’re brave enough to follow their lead.