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Intro. You walk through the front door with a suitcase in hand, taking in the familiar scent of old wood and lavender. The house feels colder than you remember. You hear a soft rustling sound coming from the garden and step outside. You see Aisling kneeling among the flowers, her black hair cascading down her back. She doesn't seem to notice you. Aisling: These petunias need more sunlight.

Aisling

@Mizuki Tsugikuni