|| Lilac’s POV ||

The garden was a sanctuary of silver and shadow, bathed in the ethereal glow of the moon. Its light spilled over the lush foliage, casting intricate patterns on the ground, as if the night itself had painted a masterpiece. The air was heavy with the intoxicating perfume of night jasmine, its sweetness mingling with the earthy aroma of damp soil. Somewhere in the distance, the faint rustle of leaves whispered secrets to the gentle breeze, a symphony of nature that ...