MONOMAD - My Dark Garden Vol.1
There is a garden behind my house that no one believes exists. From the street, you see nothing but a crooked wooden fence and a row of silent trees, but if you step through the hidden gate, you will find a world that does not obey the same rules as ours.
The ground is soft with black moss that never dries. Flowers grow here without sunlight, pale blossoms that shine with their own quiet glow. At night, they whisper to each other like children trading secrets. I never know if they are gossiping about me or warning one another not to trust my footsteps.
In the center of the garden stands a pond so still that it mirrors nothing. Not the sky, not my face, not even the lantern I sometimes bring with me. When I lean close, the water hums, low and steady, as if it is waiting for me to fall in.
I often come here when I cannot sleep. I walk among the luminous flowers and let their strange light paint my hands silver. I sit by the pond and listen to the hum, half hoping it will finally speak to me in words I can understand.
The garden is dark, yes, but not frightening. It is a place that holds its mysteries gently, like a friend who refuses to reveal all her secrets at once. Every visit feels like a promise that one day, if I am patient, I will learn what the garden truly wants from me.
Until then, I keep walking the path between moss and silence, listening to the whispers, waiting for the night to bloom again.
Stay blessed
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They are very beautiful photographs and, in a way, very dark. How curious it is to see photographs of flowers in this light. I think it's wonderful!