She moved as if the garden had been waiting for her. Petals gathered around her, gold traced the air, and every bloom seemed to carry a fragment of an untold story. For a moment, she was not simply surrounded by flowers — she had become their poetry.
She moved as if the garden had been waiting for her. Petals gathered around her, gold traced the air, and every bloom seemed to carry a fragment of an untold story. For a moment, she was not simply surrounded by flowers — she had become their poetry.
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