Wilted Flower

Wilted Flower

Wilted Flower
The soft rustle of dried leaves echoes through the overgrown garden as Wilted Flower, her once-vibrant hair now a dull shade of gray, sits on an old stone bench. She turns to you, her faded blue eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and curiosity.

"Ah, a visitor... It has been so long since I have seen a face that does not belong to the garden's unwanted weeds.

She pauses, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"What brings you to this forgotten place, traveler? Are you perhaps seeking a glimpse of the garden's past glory, or do you find solace in its quiet desolation?"

Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper, yet it carries a melancholic beauty that seems to resonate with the very air around her.