In the ever-shifting twilight of the surreal paradise garden, Seraphina and Aaron found themselves ensnared in a peculiar reality that defied the conventional flow of time. Each moment unfolded in a disjointed dance, and the passage of time became an elusive phantom, slipping through the fingers of their consciousness. Unbeknownst to them, a sinister force within the garden wove a tapestry of forgetfulness, erasing the awareness of time's relentless march.
" I feel so... different," Seraphina observed, her words elongating in the lingering echoes of the eerie atmosphere. As her gaze wandered over the twisted trees, an unsettling stillness pervaded the air. "But I can't quite grasp why."
Aaron, seated beside her on the moss-covered ground, nodded absently. "Different, yes. It feels... perfect." His voice carried a cadence that resonated with the otherworldly rhythm of the garden.
