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π βThe Lantern Gardenβ
Once upon a time, at the edge of a sleepy village nestled between tall silver trees, there was a hidden garden that only appeared at night.
It wasnβt on any map.
It didnβt have a gate or a fence.
It simply glowed.
The Lantern Garden, as it was called by the old storytellers, would bloom each evening under moonlight.
The flowers were unlike any others in the world their petals glowed softly in shades of gold, lavender, and sea-blue, and they gently swayed even when there was no breeze.
No one quite knew how the garden came to be.
Some said it was planted by starlight. Others believed it had grown from wishes whispered by sleepy souls like yours, gentle hearts who dreamed deeply and longed for peace.
Each night, a small fox with silver fur and curious eyes would visit the Lantern Garden.
Sheβd walk the winding mossy path between the glowing blooms, brushing her nose against the petals, stopping every now and then to sniff the air or gaze at the stars through the high treetops.
But on this particular night, the fox found something different β¦a soft green envelope tucked beneath a lantern flower.
Inside was a tiny note written in silvery ink ~
βFor the dreamers who need a little rest.
Come sit. Come breathe. Let the garden do the rest.β
And so the fox curled up beneath the tallest lantern flower, its light casting warm circles on the ground.
Crickets hummed, the flowers glowed softly, and the moon stretched long shadows across the gardenβs edge.
And far away, you
lying peacefully under your covers, with the whisper of peppermint and a sleepy sigh found yourself drifting into that very same garden, where everything is soft, quiet, and safe.
Just for a little while.
Just long enough to rest.
Just long enough to breathe.
β¨
Once upon a time, at the edge of a sleepy village nestled between tall silver trees, there was a hidden garden that only appeared at night.
It wasnβt on any map.
It didnβt have a gate or a fence.
It simply glowed.
The Lantern Garden, as it was called by the old storytellers, would bloom each evening under moonlight.
The flowers were unlike any others in the world their petals glowed softly in shades of gold, lavender, and sea-blue, and they gently swayed even when there was no breeze.
No one quite knew how the garden came to be.
Some said it was planted by starlight. Others believed it had grown from wishes whispered by sleepy souls like yours, gentle hearts who dreamed deeply and longed for peace.
Each night, a small fox with silver fur and curious eyes would visit the Lantern Garden.
Sheβd walk the winding mossy path between the glowing blooms, brushing her nose against the petals, stopping every now and then to sniff the air or gaze at the stars through the high treetops.
But on this particular night, the fox found something different β¦a soft green envelope tucked beneath a lantern flower.
Inside was a tiny note written in silvery ink ~
βFor the dreamers who need a little rest.
Come sit. Come breathe. Let the garden do the rest.β
And so the fox curled up beneath the tallest lantern flower, its light casting warm circles on the ground.
Crickets hummed, the flowers glowed softly, and the moon stretched long shadows across the gardenβs edge.
And far away, you
lying peacefully under your covers, with the whisper of peppermint and a sleepy sigh found yourself drifting into that very same garden, where everything is soft, quiet, and safe.
Just for a little while.
Just long enough to rest.
Just long enough to breathe.
β¨
