her. Hidden behind a veil of mist and shadow, it was known only to a few as the Garden of Sorrow. It was said that th
its beauty and its curse. According to her, the flowers were once vibrant and full of life, reflecting the joy and happiness of the villagers. But a great tra
the care of her grandmother. Despite the love and care she received, Elara grew up with a heavy heart, always feeling the weight of her p
r than usual, and the air was heavy with an eerie silence. Her grandmother, sensing Elara's unease, warned her to stay away from the forest, remi
cern. The air grew colder, and Elara wrapped her shawl tighter around her shoulders. After what felt like hours of
and beautiful, their petals shimmering with an otherworldly glow. Some were deep shades of blue and purple, while others were almost
in and were drawing it out of her. She knelt beside a particularly striking bloom, its petals a deep, velvety black. As
laughter, and felt their love. The pain of their loss was overwhelming, but in that moment, it was also cathartic.
e finally rose to her feet, she felt lighter, as if a great weight had been lifted from her s
even in the depths of despair, there could be beauty and healing. She resolved to share this knowledge with her fello