The garden seemed to stretch endlessly before us, a labyrinth of blooming flowers and winding paths that beckoned us deeper into its verdant embrace. As we walked, a sense of foreboding settled over me—a feeling that we were being watched by unseen eyes lurking within the shadows of the towering trees that lined our path.
Niam's keen senses picked up on a faint whisper in the wind, words of ancient power and forgotten magic that spoke of a dark flower blooming in the heart of the garden. Guided by an otherworldly intuition, we followed the whispering winds to a secluded clearing where a single flower stood, its petals as black as midnight and shimmering with an eerie iridescence.
Drawn by an irresistible pull, we approached the dark flower with caution, sensing the potent energy that emanated from its twisted form. As we reached out to touch it, a sudden gust of wind swept through the clearing, carrying with it a haunting melody.
