The Moon's Quiet Garden E-Book

Christopher T. Winters

• Herausgeber: Christopher T. Winters
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 32

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

The Moons Quiet Garden is a gentle, dreamlike collection of sleep stories that invite the reader into a world where night breathes softly and moonlight guides every step. Each chapter follows a quiet wanderer through a shifting, luminous garden a place shaped not by logic, but by calm, intuition, and the quiet truths we carry within.Silver blossoms pulse with forgotten dreams. A sleepless tree offers warmth instead of shade. A lantern hums a lullaby to the leaves. And at the heart of it all lies a moment of pure stillness the gardens own soft exhale.Written in the signature Winters style lyrical, soothing, atmospheric this book is designed to ease the mind, slow the breath, and guide you gently into rest.Perfect for evening reading, stress relief, and anyone seeking soft, serene escape before sleep.

Leseprobe

The Moon’s Quiet Garden

Where Night Blooms in Soft Silence

by Christopher T. Winters

Imprint

Author:Christopher T. WintersThorsten FrenzelFinkenkruger Straße 214612 FalkenseeGermany

E-mail: [email protected]

Responsible for content (German law §§ 5 TMG / 55 RStV):Thorsten FrenzelFinkenkruger Straße 214612 FalkenseeGermany

Copyright Notice

© 2025 Christopher T. WintersAll rights reserved.

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All characters, places, and events in this book—unless explicitly identified as historical—are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Foreword

Night has a way of softening the world. It slows our thoughts, loosens our worries, and lets the quiet find us — even when we didn’t know we were searching for it.

The Moon’s Quiet Garden was born from that softness. From evenings spent watching the sky turn silver, from long walks beneath trees that seemed to breathe with the night, and from the simple longing for a place where the heart could settle.

These stories are not meant to be hurried. Let them unfold like petals in your hands. Let them guide you into a gentler rhythm. And most of all — let them give you the space to breathe.

Welcome to the garden. The moon has been expecting you.

Christopher T. Winters

Chapter I – The Gate That Opened Only at Moonrise

The garden did not reveal itself all at once. It waited. It breathed. It listened to the quiet between footsteps, as if deciding whether the wanderer approaching its forgotten path was ready to enter. The moon, still low on the horizon, cast only a faint silver glow across the old stone archway that marked the boundary between the ordinary world and the one that lay just beyond it. The gate itself looked unremarkable at first glance — weathered wood, moss tracing its edges, a hinge that seemed permanently rusted into stillness. Yet something in the air around it felt alive, as though the garden watched from behind its silent threshold.

The wanderer paused in front of the arch. Nights had always been their refuge, a time when thoughts softened and the noise of daylight finally loosened its grip. But tonight felt different. The silence carried a strange, expectant warmth, like a whisper waiting for a reply. When the wanderer reached out and touched the wooden gate, the surface was cooler than expected, smooth despite its age. Nothing moved. Nothing shifted. The garden remained closed — patient, deliberate.

Then the moon climbed one breath higher.

It wasn’t a sudden burst of magic nor a dramatic shift of light. It was a subtle change, a barely perceptible brightening of the world. Silver threaded through the darkness, brushing lightly against the archway. And at that touch, the gate stirred. First a sigh, soft and low, as though drawing its first breath in a century. Then the faintest creaking sound, like a dream beginning to unfold. Slowly, gently, the gate opened inward, revealing a narrow path lined with pale flowers that shimmered as though dipped in moonlight.

The wanderer hesitated for only a heartbeat. Curiosity blended with calm, and the invitation felt unmistakably real. Beyond the threshold, the air changed. It grew warmer, softer, touched with the scent of night-blooming blossoms. The garden seemed to have no boundaries; the shadows stretched into unknown shapes, yet nothing felt threatening. Instead, the darkness carried a sense of welcome, like a quiet embrace.