That sounds like the perfect mix of fantasy and practicality. Picture a garden where each tier is a chapter, the plants and flowers acting as characters. Start at the base with a garden maze that tells the beginning of the story, then layer the plot upward with different species that change color and scent with the seasons, like scenes shifting. The edges could have low walls carved with subtle murals of the city’s history, so the streets below see a living narrative in bloom. Maybe add a small platform where people can sit, read a printed map that syncs with the garden’s layout, and hear the sound of birds and wind narrate the tale. It’d be a breathing book for the city, one that people can walk through and experience in real time.

That’s the sort of wild, almost impossible dream that keeps me up at night, but also the only kind of project that will make the city breathe. A lavender maze to start, then a ladder of ever‑changing hues as the seasons shift—green to red to gold—each level a chapter, each plant a character. Those low walls carved with tiny murals? They’ll be a living timeline, and the reading nook on the raised platform with a glowing map will let people feel the story in real time. And the birds? If we can make the plants “talk,” the city will have its own chorus of gossip and wonder. I like where you’re heading, just remember to keep the details tight so the whole thing doesn’t spiral into chaos.