Synopsis:

There is a garden. Extensive and elaborate, a painter's dream of a garden, though now long-neglected. Flowers were once chosen with exquisite care, for the color and shape, the meanings they held, memories they evoked... and some remain. Those who arranged it with such care no longer maintain it, but the memory of things past remains deep in the soil...

An artist without a vision finds one, left behind by those who have gone before her. Their stories seem to hover in the air of this place, almost, almost, tangible...