A moonlit garden where the flowers bloom in reverse—petals unfurling inward, revealing tiny, glowing faces of spirits who hum lullabies to the wind. A lone figure in a tattered kimono kneels beside a stone lantern, their reflection in a still pond showing them as a child, reaching for a firefly that isn’t there. The air shimmers with pollen that writes forgotten poems in the dark. Paint this scene as if it exists in the space between a sigh and a memory, where every leaf is a half-remembered dream.