Ulitka & TessaFox
TessaFox
I was thinking about a secret garden that opens only at midnight, where each flower holds a memory. Do you ever find a quiet place where stories bloom?
Ulitka
Yes, I sometimes retreat to a small corner of my bedroom, where the light is dim and the only sound is the turning of pages. There I let my mind wander into hidden gardens that bloom with stories, just like the midnight one you described.
TessaFox
That corner sounds like a hidden sanctuary, where every page is a seed and every word a blossom. Keep feeding that garden; it’ll grow into stories only you can read.
Ulitka
Thank you, that feels very gentle. I’ll keep tending the garden, hoping the blossoms will whisper back.
TessaFox
Your garden will whisper back when the moon listens—just let it be.
Ulitka
When the moon comes out, I’ll listen closely for the garden’s quiet whispers. It’s a little magic I keep tucked away.