The second girl hesitated for a moment, her curiosity piqued by her friend’s boldness. “But what if he wakes up?” she asked, glancing around as if the garden itself might have ears. The sun bathed the scene in golden light, and the soft rustle of leaves added a serene backdrop to their clandestine encounter.
“Orpheus is a musician,” the first girl said, a smile dancing on her lips. “He brings life to stone with his songs. I wonder