The Mystery of Garden

The Diary of Si Jian - Entry 2

Dear Diary,

It's the dawn of a new day, and I couldn't wait to share my latest adventure with you. The garden, the enchanting oasis behind our house, held an unexpected mystery that unfolded beneath the silver moonlight.

Last night, as the sky painted itself with shades of twilight, I was drawn to the garden's allure. It was as if the garden itself whispered secrets into my ears, inviting me to explore its hidden wonders. The scent of blooming roses filled the air, and I knew it was the perfect time for my midnight escapade.

I slipped out of my room, careful not to wake anyone, and made my way to the garden. I always stayed in the garden secretly at night. The moonlight bathed everything in an otherworldly glow, casting elongated shadows that danced around me. With each step, I felt like I was entering a realm of enchantment.

As I ventured deeper into the garden, I noticed something extraordinary. Amidst the roses and under the silver moon, the flowers seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly radiance. Their petals sparkled like tiny diamonds, and I could hardly believe my eyes. It was as if the garden had transforms into a celestial wonderland every night.

With bated breath, I knelt beside a particularly radiant rose and gently touched its petals. They were cool to the touch, as if kissed by the night's gentle breeze. I marveled at the beauty before me, wondering if there was some secret magic hidden within these flowers. My heart raced with excitement and curiosity.

The mystery deepened when I heard a faint, melodic hum coming from the heart of the garden. It was a sound that seemed to emanate from the very earth itself. I followed the sound, my senses heightened by the thrill of discovery.

As I drew closer to the source of the sound, I saw a small, glistening pool nestled among the roses. Moonlight danced on its surface, creating ripples that mirrored the stars above. The hum grew stronger, and I realized that it was coming from the water itself.

Without hesitation, I cupped my hands and collected some of the enchanted water. It felt cool and refreshing against my skin, as if it held the secrets of the universe within its depths. I couldn't resist lifting up my lantern towards the water , and the moment the water lightened up a little, a rush of energy coursed through me. I saw someone inside…i thought it was a mistake or illusion of eyes so I once again held the lantern and checked and there was no one.

As I sat there, entranced by the pool, I couldn't help but wonder about the origin of this illusion. Had this garden always held such secrets, or was it a recent development? I knew I had stumbled upon something suspicious , something that was odd for me.

With great care, I filled a small vial with the enchanted water, determined to unravel the mysteries of this night. I wanted to share this

Incident with Mei, to see if she could shed light on its origins. The thought of her wisdom and guidance filled me with hope.

I returned to my room, the lantern clutched tightly in my hand. My heart raced with excitement,suspicion and wonder as I lay in bed.

I sit here trembling, penning down words that defy belief. Last night, within the quiet embrace of our enchanting garden, I encountered a specter so haunting that it shakes the very foundations of my rational mind. The memory remains vivid, as if etched into the fibers of my being.

The moon, a pale silver sliver in the inky sky, cast an ethereal glow over the garden. The roses—those mesmerizing roses that have been a constant source of wonder for me—seemed to shimmer with an unnatural radiance. Now when I remember back their petals seem not the usual delicate blooms but crimson as though kissed by blood, each one glistening in the eerie moonlight.

I ventured into the garden with a sense of longing, a yearning to reconnect with the enchantment I had experienced every night. It had become a ritual—a secret world to escape to in the stillness of the night.

Yet, Diary, as I approached the shimmering pool that had enthralled me time and again, the reflection that greeted me was a far cry from the magical presence of my reflection. Instead, it was a vision of stark horror.

There, beneath the moon's eerie light, lay a lifeless body—pale and unmoving, suspended in the water like a grotesque, macabre artwork. My breath caught in my throat as terror and disbelief vied for control of my senses.

In that ghastly moment, I wondered if I had stumbled into a waking nightmare, if my mind was conjuring these horrors from the depths of my imagination. Could this be another illusion of the garden's enigma, a cruel trick to test the limits of my resolve?

With trembling hands, I extended a cautious finger toward the body's reflection. It rippled like a ghostly apparition but held a tangible weight, as if the figure existed in a space between worlds. It was a paradox that defied all reason and understanding.

My lineage, Diary, traces back through generations of lawyers and judges—individuals trained to rely on evidence, facts, and the rule of law. The supernatural and the inexplicable had no place in our world. And yet, I stood on the precipice of a nightmare that challenged the very fabric of reality.

A voice within me whispered to flee, to seek refuge in the safety of our home, and to rouse Mei and my parents to the sinister truth that lurked in our garden. But the allure of the unknown held me in its thrall. I was compelled to confront this surreal apparition, to determine once and for all if it was illusion or dreadful reality.

Diary, as I hesitated on the garden's edge, the figure in the pool stirred. Its eyes, cold and lifeless, met mine with a malevolent gaze that sent shivers down my spine. It was a gaze that spoke of anguish, of suffering beyond imagination.

Fear, like an icy hand, clutched at my heart, and I considered fleeing once more. But then, something strange occurred. The figure began to writhe and twist, its form distorting in the moonlight as if caught in the throes of a terrible transformation.

And then when I checked again,it was not there.

The body in the water simply vanished, leaving behind nothing but ripples on the surface—a cruel reminder of the macabre scene that had unfolded before my eyes. It was as if the garden itself had swallowed the dreadful specter, erasing all evidence of its presence.

A maelstrom of emotions gripped me—fear, confusion, and disbelief. My thoughts raced, attempting to rationalize the irrational. Had I witnessed the supernatural, an entity that straddled the realms of the living and the dead?

As I stood there, my mind a turbulent sea of thoughts, I realized that I was no longer alone in the garden. A shadowy presence moved among the roses, its form shifting and fluid, like a wisp of smoke. It seemed to beckon me, to invite me into its world of secrets and mysteries.

But fear finally overcame my curiosity. I fled the garden, my heart pounding, my breaths ragged. I sought the sanctuary of my room, praying that this chilling encounter was nothing more than a nightmarish illusion—a figment of a sleep-deprived mind.

And now, Diary, I sit here with the weight of uncertainty pressing upon me. I am a descendant of lawyers and judges, individuals whose lives have been dedicated to the pursuit of justice and the discernment of truth. Yet, the truth I seek eludes me—a truth that blurs the boundaries of reason and reality.

As the sun rises on a new day, I am left with haunting questions and a gnawing sense of foreboding. What did I witness in our garden? Was it a manifestation of the supernatural, a lingering specter from a dark past, or the manifestation of some unspeakable horror?

In the coming days, I am determined to uncover the secrets that shroud our garden in enigma. I will seek answers, consult the wisdom of my lineage, and confront the unfathomable mysteries that lie within.

And so, dear Diary, I embark on a quest to uncover what this was !

Until next time, Diary, as I embark on this harrowing quest, I hope to find the courage to face the unknown.

Love,

Si Jian