The Whistling Love of The Lawn of The Loved Ones

Whenever your heart skips a beat, the beat goes here. The butterflies in your tummy comes from here. The roses of the rose-tainted glasses, they are all grows here. All prayers, songs, cries, cuddles, and laughters, they originate here, from The Lawn of The Loved Ones.

Every wanderer must pass The Lawn in their journey. It lies on the only route to The Kingdom, only a seven octaves far from The Hope Hotspring. A lush and vast green field filled with singing plants and flowers. Everywhere you go, you can hear an orchestra, all the time, all the rhyme will melt your heart, dumb your mind, and weaken your feet. Your hand will be sweaty. Your sight will be hazy. Yet you will be as happy as leaves on a tree, dancing as the sun showers and the wind breathes, tapping on the branches with its tiny little feet.

Many wanderers end their journey here, they fall into loving the loves in The Lawn. Little did they know, that the longer they stay, they will be transformed into singing plants and flowers. Unless, they can perform seven whistles whistling from their deepest heart, sincerest testaments for their loved ones, to outlove the loves of The Lawn.

Only when they can pass the curse before seven days, The Lawn will bestow them with tranquillising vulnerability, their melted heart will never skip a beat, their dumb mind will be shrouded with sincere clarity, their weakened feet will always be firmly syncopated with the ever-beating love through out universes. And they will be known as The Whistler of Love blessed with an everlasting compassion needed to continue their journey into The Kingdom.