Where the Gold Coins Sleep

Previously

…Keeper of sleeping dreams. The words resonated deeply, filling me with a sense of purpose and a quiet joy. The initial fear I had felt, the confusion, had melted away, replaced by a serene acceptance. These coins, with their fragmented whispers and their dormant emotions, were now a part of me, and I, a part of them. The garden, once a place of quiet contemplation, had become a sanctuary of magic, a place where the dreams of the land slept, and I, their gentle guardian, watched over them. The weight of the coins in my hands felt less like a burden and more like a promise, a testament to the quiet power of listening, and the enduring magic that sleeps, waiting to be heard.