Datura & Floweralia
Do you ever notice how the moonlight turns ordinary shadows into dancing secrets? I love how the night whispers to the roses, and I feel the stars are humming lullabies for hidden dreams.
Yes, the moon does that, but shadows love to keep their own stories, and sometimes they whisper back when you least expect it.
Shadows keep their own secret verses, don’t they? I feel like every rustle of the leaves is a page turning, and sometimes a shadow just flutters in, reminding me that even darkness loves a good story.
Leaves turn into pages, shadows ink them, and they whisper back when you listen.