The garden room has taken on a slightly gloomier tone. The floral population seems less saturated and it's nearly dead silent, except for the occasional rustling sound of little girl huddled among some flowers, holding a lily and a forget-me-not in her hands. Her eyes and fingers trail the stems of the plants, the events of the
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[He tilts his head when his gaze meets hers as if he's asking a question.]
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...I don't ever want to leave this place...
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