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- mojito
- Mojito's favorite memory is the time she visited an abandoned garden, overrun with bright, colorful plants.
She recalls being enchanted by the swaying colors in the light breeze, the soft rustling of leaves under her claws. She remembers the bridge, old and mossy. It curved above a small stream, murmuring softly in the garden. The species of plants around her were abundant. Bamboos, willows, even a cherry tree that was in full blossom, pale pink petals swirling around her in the slightest breeze. She sat there for hours, just listening and watching. She still goes there often, but it never has been enchanting as that first day.
Mojito has even taken the time to clean up certain areas of the garden. In all her time she's explored there, nobody else has ever come in. Nobody knows about the secret beauty, and she keeps it to herself. She's put up a string of colored lanterns, and even a soft chair. She spends most of her free time trying to create a new favorite memory.
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