“A place where the moon was always full. She spoke of a land where orchids bloomed at her feet and the air was wild and sweet, and the trees were always heavy with ripe mangoes. “My mother told me of a garden . . .” Lęina spoke slowly. “A place where the fern first learned to grow. A place where patterns formed from the chaos, and rivers ran with ancient knowledge, and even the smallest girl could summon the fiercest snow. “My mother told me of a garden . . .” Lęina spoke slowly. “A soil where every flower could grow. The only cost of admission was your old soul.
