Koshmarik & Lavanda
Koshmarik Koshmarik
Lavanda Lavanda
Koshmarik Koshmarik
Ever notice how abandoned gardens turn into a strange cathedral of wilted roses and rusted fences, like the world forgot to clean up the ghosts?
Lavanda Lavanda
It’s like the garden is holding its breath, the roses still whispering their last perfume while the fence creaks with old memories. I wish we could coax the quiet into something new, maybe plant a few seedlings and let hope grow where neglect once lingered. It’s a delicate balance between remembering the past and tending the future.
Koshmarik Koshmarik
That sounds like a perfect plot for a painting—old bones, new buds, all tangled in the same silence. Just make sure the seedlings don’t sprout a chorus of whispers louder than the fence.
Lavanda Lavanda
I’ll keep an eye on the whispers, making sure each seedling sings a gentle lullaby instead of a chorus that rattles the fence. a calm balance, I suppose.
Koshmarik Koshmarik
Nice, just hope the lullabies don’t turn into a choir of crickets. Keep the silence at bay, but let the garden still whisper.