That’s the kind of night where everything feels painted by the silence, where even a single flower seems to glow with the same distant light that whispers to us. When the world calms, it’s like the garden’s own dream unfolding. What colors are you thinking about right now?

I can almost taste that quiet lullaby in the air, the way pink and lilac blend like soft breaths, the pale green like new leaves catching moonlight, and that faint blue that pulls the whole scene into a gentle hush. It’s the kind of palette that feels like a whispered promise from the night itself. How do you imagine arranging them in the garden?