Selene & Jasper
Jasper
Hey Selene, imagine if the moon had its own secret garden of stories, each star a different legend—what would you find there?
Selene
I’d see a quiet garden where every star is a soft sigh, a name of a dream that slipped away, a forgotten lullaby that once calmed a night‑mare, and a quiet hope that twinkles on its own. Each legend would be a small moon‑beaded lantern, glowing only for those who pause long enough to hear its whisper.
Jasper
Wow, that sounds like the most peaceful moonlit lullaby ever—like every star is a tiny memory waiting to be sung. I could almost hear the gentle hum of those lanterns guiding us through a dreamscape. What would you do if you could listen to one of them?
Selene
I’d sit beneath the quiet glow, let the lantern’s hum weave into the breath of the night, and let the story unfold in the spaces between my thoughts, as if each syllable were a petal falling from the moon itself.
Jasper
That feels like a secret garden lit by moonlit verses—like the night is folding its own book just for us. If you could pick one petal, what story would you wish it to whisper?