An act of weird micro-fiction

(A classic myth retold as from a trauma survivor. Originally written 12/27/22. Content warning - mentions of slavery, torture, betrayal, and rape) I managed to shake the watchers that tail me. I won’t have long to myself, but enough to follow the path they always steer me

Once upon a time, all the people were gardeners. They tended a paradise that homed every kind of Being - plant, animal, mineral, ideas, gardeners, and spirits. They moved about their garden with respect and sampled every possibility as fitted need and desire. They knew the rhythms of the land