If this seems unusual, it is because it is. This garden gives itself the freedom to blossom in its own way. To enter this realm, the garden wishes to hear one dream of yours—it's the key to unlocking its gates. For it is the thirst for worlds unknown to itself that makes it crave hearing those dreams. These dreams nourish its very essence. I hereby invite you to start this strange adventure, beginning with nothing more than just a dream that you remember, no strings attached.
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This does not aim to be easily contained within words, and it is not about having it carved into stone as an unchangeable artifact. Its fluidity and ability to become whatever it needs to be are part of the phenomenon of the garden. It dares to decay—it dares to dance. It aims to not—aim. This does not want to be anything but itself. If you haven't watched the intro video on the root page, please check it out; may this answers some of your questions or leave you with even more. The garden playfully “refuses to be contained”. ☺