Secret & Selma
Secret
Hey Selma, have you ever imagined a garden that only opens when the moon is full?
Selma
Oh, I have, yes. I imagine a quiet garden that only unfurls its petals under the silver glow of a full moon, where the shadows dance and the night flowers whisper their secrets. It feels like a secret world waiting just for us to come home.
Secret
That garden feels like a page in a story I’m only beginning to read, Selma. Imagine us walking there, the night whispering, and forgetting the world outside.
Selma
That sounds like a dream, a soft hush between the trees, and we could just linger there, letting the night carry us away.