In a forgotten corner of a bustling city, there was a secret garden, where time seemed to slow.
It was a place where people left things they no longer wanted—old letters, broken toys, dreams left behind.
One day, a curious child wandered into this garden, picking up a forgotten flower, its petals worn with age.
As they touched it, memories long buried resurfaced.
The garden was not just a place of loss, but of rediscovery, of things waiting to be remembered. The child began to leave small tokens of their own—stones, broken bracelets, and scribbled drawings.
Each offering was a way of understanding the past, a way of letting go, and a way of healing.