The garden is lush, shades of green so vibrant they couldn't possibly be real.
The path is marked by flat stones, shaped into circles, winding through the maze of dense hedges.
"This is a nice dream." Llune thinks to herself, plucking an aromatic bud off one of the hedges as she wanders by.
The sun is high in the sky and very bright, but the temperature is that of a crisp autumn day.
There could be nothing more perfect than this. Indeed, Llune is half expecting to bump into her lost Recognized as she wanders through this labyrinth of lushness.
Birds twitter overhead and in the surrounding garden, and off in the distance somewhere someone plays a harp.
Every aspect of this dream is beautiful and wholesome and good. Let's just hope it stays that way...
The path is marked by flat stones, shaped into circles, winding through the maze of dense hedges.
"This is a nice dream." Llune thinks to herself, plucking an aromatic bud off one of the hedges as she wanders by.
The sun is high in the sky and very bright, but the temperature is that of a crisp autumn day.
There could be nothing more perfect than this. Indeed, Llune is half expecting to bump into her lost Recognized as she wanders through this labyrinth of lushness.
Birds twitter overhead and in the surrounding garden, and off in the distance somewhere someone plays a harp.
Every aspect of this dream is beautiful and wholesome and good. Let's just hope it stays that way...
