The Sunstar over the Garden's Gate

A hermit tends to a garden under the silvery light of a lone Sunstar There is a garden in this place in-between worlds. A hermit tends to this garden, growing flowers that sing, trees that make no shade, and fruits that feed you your own happy memories. A mote of light that is too far to be a sun and too close to be a star is neither and both. It sheds its silvery, preternatural light upon th…