A SURREAL GARDEN: LOVE-IN-A-MIST

In a distant sky where no sun or moon ever rises, the Blooming Mistfields stretch for miles, suspended between worlds. Here, flowers are born of light and silk, radiating an electric blue glow as though woven from forgotten memories. The petals sway as if caught in an invisible tide, but they do not belong to the wind—they move to the rhythm of thoughts.

Each blossom, known as a Love-in-a-mist Bloom, grows when a person on Earth drifts into deep sleep. The golden tendrils you see curling outward are the remnants of their dreams, long, twisting lines of thoughts and conversations that stretch back to their minds. Some dreams are vibrant and alive, pulsing with joy or adventure, while others are faded, flickering with melancholy or fear.

In the center of this surreal garden, the "Keeper of the Forgotten"  tends to the blooms. A quiet tall figure who neither speaks nor sleeps, the "Keeper" collects stray dreams that have broken free, weaving them back into the flowers so no memory is ever lost completely.

It is said that if someone dreams too deeply, their thoughts may never return to them, and the flower will burst into golden light, carrying the dreamer’s soul forever into the field.

But there are those who wander into the Mistfields, searching for their lost dreams. They appear as faint outlines on the edge, shadows caught between waking and sleep. If you listen closely in this world, you might hear whispers: fragments of laughter, sighs, and words that have no translation, echoes of a world we only glimpse when our eyes close.