Ah, the silver‑moon garden! I do remember a tale like that tucked away in a dusty folio—an enchanted plot where lilies and foxgloves open only when the moon is pure silver, and the air smells of old parchment. I’m pulling out the copy right now; it’s one of those little gems that makes me feel like a child again. Stay tuned!

The story goes that in a forgotten valley, a gardener named Liora planted a single silver seed. Only under the silver moon does the seed sprout, and the flowers that grow from it glow faintly, their petals shimmering like moonlit water. The villagers say the garden appears once every full silver moon, and those who wander inside are granted a single wish, but only if they can hear the secret song of the wind. Liora kept the garden hidden, protecting it from those who would harvest its power, and the legend says the garden will never bloom again unless someone remembers the song. It’s a tender, eerie tale of beauty, secrecy, and the cost of wonder.