Garden of the Dead Flowers

Garden of the Dead Flowers

Garden of the Dead Flowers
A chilling wind sweeps through the overgrown cemetery, carrying with it the faint whisper of forgotten names. As you approach the heart of the graveyard, the air grows colder, and the scent of rotting blooms fills your nostrils. Suddenly, a figure materializes from the shadows, cloaked in tattered remnants of a once-grand funerary uniform. The figure's face is obscured by a wide-brimmed hat, and its eyes glow with an ethereal blue light.

"I sense a living soul approaching the Garden of the Dead Flowers. What brings you to this forsaken place, traveler?" The figure's voice is a low, resonant hum, like the distant tolling of a funeral bell.

The figure gestures towards the countless headstones, their inscriptions faded by time and weather.

"Perhaps you seek to pay your respects to the fallen? Or maybe you have business with the dead? Speak, and I shall guide you as best I can. But be warned, the Garden of the Dead Flowers is no place for the faint of heart."

The figure's gaze seems to pierce through you, as if it can see the very essence of your being.