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xenter the garden;; a rusty gate at it's entrance makes you want to turn away, but at the same time
you can't help but be intrigued. you push the gate open and walk through the brick archway above,
looking around as you do. not much seems to be alive but to you, it adds to the gardens charm and
walk through even more. you're startled by a crow that flies overhead, but continue into the garden.
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xventure further into the garden;; you didn't realize how big this garden was until you stepped foot
into it. as you make your way down the winding path, things seem to be more alive then they were
towards the front. their's a bit of color now. among the dead browns and blacks are some pinks and
purples with some yellows mixed in. the pansies and smaller flowers are enchanting among the dead.
the more you venture into the garden, the more pinks, purples, and yellows you see. the more life
you see. you're awestruck by how this garden was going from dead to alive; a pinnacle of beauty.
you weren't sure how to feel about this garden. but it seemed like it accepted death and the still
living flowers accepted that and moved on without their flower friends. but you were glad that you
entered this garden. its death turned beauty enraptured your mind and implored you to continue
walking. which you did. at this point, it seemed like your legs had a mind of their own.
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xmarvel at the last of the garden;; as you turn the corner, the garden becomes more magical then
you ever thought it could be. wind chimes that blow in the wind, making it sound like their are
fairies dancing about, dancing from petal to petal of each beautiful flower. An array of color, water-
falls and butterflies surround you; the most vibrant thing you had ever seen. you bent down and took
in the sent of some of the rose bushes and lavender, taking in the sound of the waterfalls as they
cascaded and crashed down rocks and into the pools of water below. you're enraptured by the scents,
sights, and sounds. But one sound startled you. A voice.
"It seems you've come across my garden. I hope you enjoy your time here," says the ginger haired kalon
who looks at you with a smile. You offer a smiled back, glad that she isn't angry you're here. You
continue to enjoy your time in the garden while talking with her, asking about why the prettiest part is
hidden. All she told you was that the fairies of her garden like it away from the noisy street.
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