Garden of Edna

Oh, she's back?
Well, that took long enough.

The Garden called her back. It always does.
Not with sirens. Not with signs.
Just a whisper. A dream. A door that opens too easily.

Her home is still here.
Her gift is still buried.
And the forest? Still watching.
Her name's still etched in the walls - not that she's noticed.

And the boys?
Well. One's already watching. The other's trying not to.
One builds walls. One breaks them.

Let's just hope she doesn't fall for the wrong one this time.