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When Elias arrived at the crumbling Victorian house, the bed was already disassembled and leaning against the porch railing. He loaded the heavy timber into his van, catching only a glimpse of Clara waving from a darkened second-story window. Back at his apartment, as he bolted the frame together, he noticed a faint, sweet scent—like pressed violets and old paper—clinging to the wood.

The second night, the dream returned, but more vivid. He heard a woman’s voice humming a melody that felt like a physical weight on his chest. He woke up gasping, his hands stained with the green smudge of crushed leaves, though there wasn't a plant in his room. Desperate for answers, he messaged Clara on the app, but her profile had been deleted.

Driven by a mix of fear and curiosity, Elias began to strip the bed frame. Tucked into a hollowed-out joint where the side rail met the headboard, he found a bundle of letters wrapped in frayed silk. They were dated 1924, written by a botanist named Julian to his wife, Rose. The letters spoke of a "sleeping garden" he was building for her—a place where they could meet in dreams when his travels took him away.