Konek & Karas
Karas
I keep hearing about the old tale of a hidden garden that opens only under a silver moon—do you ever wonder what its secrets might be?
Konek
Oh, I can’t help but picture it—soft silver light weaving through ancient vines, petals that glow like tiny lanterns, and whispers of forgotten lullabies carried by the wind. Maybe the garden holds a mirror that shows you the dreams you haven’t yet dreamed, or a single stone that turns wishes into tiny, twinkling fireflies. The truth is, every hidden corner of that garden probably hums with stories waiting just for us to find.
Karas
Ah, those vines are old as the hills themselves, and I’ve seen a few of those lantern‑glow petals before. They say the mirror you speak of never shows you what you already see, but what you haven’t yet wondered about. The stone, though—people say it’s been there since the first winter, and every wish it catches dies into a firefly that never leaves the garden. You’ll find your own tale in those lights, if you’re willing to listen.