Ah, the starlight garden – it’s a tale as old as the hills. Long ago, a wandering gardener left a patch of earth in the highest valley, hoping the moon and stars would give it a touch of magic. He sprinkled moon‑dust and whispered good wishes, and the plants grew only when the sky was bright with stars. Those who come in the night and see the blossoms say the garden remembers old friends, so they sit quietly, listening to the night’s song, and the stars seem to blush back. It’s a reminder that sometimes the truest beauty waits for the quietest moment.