Within a hidden garden where time drifts softly between breaths, she stood at the center of a golden circle—a place where wings carried secrets instead of wind. Butterflies gathered around her as if drawn by something older than memory, shimmering through the dusk like living fragments of forgotten wishes.
Every evening, they brought her the stories the world had misplaced: lost hopes, shy desires, unfinished promises. And in exchange, she offered them a safe place to land. For in this circle of soft blooms and floating lights, she was both guardian and guide—teaching each wandering wing that even the smallest whisper deserved a place to be heard.
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Within a hidden garden where time drifts softly between breaths, she stood at the center of a golden circle—a place where wings carried secrets instead of wind. Butterflies gathered around her as if drawn by something older than memory, shimmering through the dusk like living fragments of forgotten wishes.
Every evening, they brought her the stories the world had misplaced: lost hopes, shy desires, unfinished promises. And in exchange, she offered them a safe place to land. For in this circle of soft blooms and floating lights, she was both guardian and guide—teaching each wandering wing that even the smallest whisper deserved a place to be heard.
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