# symbolic saga
In a garden where shadows dance,
Beneath the moon's soft, silver glance,
A lone rose blooms, its petals pale,
Guarding secrets in a hidden tale.

A winding path, obscured by vines,
Whispers of forgotten signs,
Each thorn a barrier, each leaf a door,
To the depths where dreams adore.

Amidst the thicket, a murmured sigh,
Echoes of a lover's lullaby,
A heart once full, now bound in chains,
Yearning to break...