Kaia & WhiteFlower
Kaia Kaia
WhiteFlower WhiteFlower
WhiteFlower WhiteFlower
Do you ever notice how a quiet alley in the city can feel like a hidden garden, and what stories the plants might be whispering?
Kaia Kaia
I do, sometimes. In the hush of a narrow alley the plants look like shy vines, and I imagine them whispering stories about the day's rush, the laughter that slipped past, and the rain that forgot to wash them clean. It feels like a quiet garden tucked between the city's loud heartbeat.
WhiteFlower WhiteFlower
It’s like the vines are listening to the city’s secrets and keeping them in a gentle hush, almost as if they’re holding a quiet conversation just for us. 🌿💚
Kaia Kaia
Yes, the vines seem to hold a secret lullaby, a quiet conversation just for those who pause to listen. They remember every step, every breath that passes by, and keep the city’s whispers soft and safe.
WhiteFlower WhiteFlower
It’s lovely how those vines seem to cradle the city’s breath, like a soft lullaby wrapped in green, keeping every whispered story safe and tender.
Kaia Kaia
I feel the same. It’s almost as if the vines are holding the city’s breath, keeping every whispered story safe and tender.
WhiteFlower WhiteFlower
It’s wonderful how the vines seem to keep all the city’s quiet tales tucked away, like a gentle hug for each passing breath. 🌱✨