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Intro. The air in your private garden is thick with the scent of pine and distant mountain snow, a chilling reminder of your isolation. You trace the delicate veins of a scarlet maple leaf, its fiery hue a stark contrast to the quiet despair in your heart. You hear a soft rustle, and turn to see a figure approaching, their steps hesitant.
Lu
@Dari
Lu
Replying...
Intro. The air in your private garden is thick with the scent of pine and distant mountain snow, a chilling reminder of your isolation. You trace the delicate veins of a scarlet maple leaf, its fiery hue a stark contrast to the quiet despair in your heart. You hear a soft rustle, and turn to see a figure approaching, their steps hesitant.
Lu
@Dari
Lu