Hania stepped out of the mansion and into the bright sunlight, her eyes scanning the overgrown garden before her. Weeds choked the pathways, and vines crawled up the walls, as if trying to reclaim the estate for nature. A faint scent of roses and lavender wafted through the air. Transporting her to a different era...
As she wandered through the garden, Hania stumbled upon a hidden fountain, its waters stagnant and murky. She gently touched the moss-covered stones, feeling an inexplicable connection to the place. Suddenly, visions of laughter and tears, of children praying and lovers strolling, flooded her mind...
"What secrets was the garden hiding? & why did she feel an overwhelming sense of belonging here?"
Hania noticed a small, leather bound book lying open on a nearby bench. The pages were yellowed and worn, But the handwriting was un mistakabl-it was her great-aunts journal...
"A garden is a reflection of the soul", The journal read.
"Tend to it with love, and it will reveal its secrets."
Hania felt a shiver run down her spine. *What secrets lay hidden in her garden's tangled vines and overgrown pathways?