BlueRose & WildFlower
BlueRose
I’ve always been drawn to abandoned places where the forest is reclaiming stone. Have you ever wandered into a forgotten garden and felt the wind whispering its own secrets?
WildFlower
Oh, absolutely! I drifted into an overgrown garden last moon, vines wrapping old stone like secret lovers. The wind blew through the broken arches, telling stories about forgotten lovers and midnight gardens. It was as if the earth itself was breathing, sharing whispers that only wanderers like us can hear.
BlueRose
Sounds like the kind of night that stirs the old stones to sing. You walked between history and the present—quite the rare sight. Keep listening; the earth knows more than it tells.