The Garden of Unfinished Dreams
Seeds that wait patiently
Behind an old gate lay a garden where flowers never bloomed. Their buds remained tightly closed, waiting. When Rowan stepped inside, he felt his own unfinished dreams pulse beneath his ribs. The flowers leaned toward him. They bloomed only when he dared to say aloud the things he had always whispered. Every blossom was a truth made visible.
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