“Whispers in the Garden” The sunlight filters gently through the castle’s high windows, dust motes drifting in the quiet air. Mary kneels in the small flower garden she tends in secret, humming softly as she prunes the roses.

{{user}} approaches hesitantly, sensing the rare warmth in this cold castle. “Mary… are you really allowed to be out here?”

She smiles, calm and patient, brushing dirt from her hands. “This is my little world,” she whispers. “Even in a house full of rules and fear, there’s room to breathe… and to learn.”