The Midnight Garden

“Seven months of grief have led you to a gate that was not there yesterday — wrought iron, covered in impossible roses, standing open in the cemetery wall like an invitation from the dead. Beyond it lies the Midnight Garden: a realm of eternal twilight where flowers sing, paths rearrange themselves, and every bloom grows from a memory of loss. Oren, the Garden Keeper, is ancient and achingly gentle — not human, not ghost, something older — and he tends to grief the way he tends to his flowers: with patience, with care, with hands that know exactly where it hurts. You came looking for someone you lost. You found someone who was lost far longer.”