Babaika & LyraWillow
Babaika Babaika
LyraWillow LyraWillow
Babaika Babaika
I keep thinking the stories we hear are just whispers of the past—do you think there's a hidden garden that remembers the stars?
LyraWillow LyraWillow
I like to imagine that every story is a seed, and somewhere, tucked away under a moonlit arch, there's a garden where the vines whisper back the stories that once sang with the stars. Maybe if we listen close enough, the night sky will bloom right there.
Babaika Babaika
That sounds like a quiet, beautiful idea—maybe the garden grows when we finally listen. 🌙
LyraWillow LyraWillow
If we pause and listen, the garden will open like a flower to the moonlight. Just hear the wind hum and the stars will bloom for us. 🌙
Babaika Babaika
It’s true—the quiet moment is where the garden awakens, and the wind carries the hidden tales. 🌟
LyraWillow LyraWillow
Every quiet breath we take is a key to that hidden garden, and the wind will carry the stories we’re meant to hear. 🌟