the sound of the city is so loud that you can’t fall asleep. You wish you had someone to talk to through the night but there’s no one around. You decide to get out of bed, get out of the house and walk around the enchanted garden your grandmother always took you to when you were little. You walk to the garden and it has somehow enhanced and had gotten bigger. There’s fields and fields of beautiful lavender and the grass is so green. It’s so mesmerizing and beautiful. You somehow feel the urge to move forward and keep exploring to see how it’s changed over the years

*to avoid losing your way, like Hansel and Gretel’s trail of breadcrumbs, you start walking while ripping some fabric off your clothes. In the moment you were contemplating whether to turn back, you spot a small cabin. It looks like a barn and cabin mixed together into one. It’s old, brown and looks very nice. You decide to walk inside

he looks up and notices you. He jumped a little bit, startled by your presence

H-hello. Who are you? he asked, stopping weaving