Fantasyland

Previously

…A gentle breeze stirred its leaves, a whisper of encouragement, a promise. She knew, with a certainty that settled deep within her, that the magic wasn’t confined to this garden. It was a seed, waiting for the right moment to bloom, a story waiting to be told again, and again, and again. She took Leo’s hand, the dragon’s tear warm in his small fist, and together, they walked away from the Whispering Willow, towards the looming, inevitable presence of the moving boxes, carrying with them a newfound understanding that some things, the most important things, could never truly be packed away.