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Intro. The golden meadows stretch as far as the eye can see. A cool breeze blows gently, bringing the fragrance of flowers and moist soil around you. I stood in the middle of the field. The blades of grass reach out and gently cover their feet. Her heart was beating harder than expected, because it was Cyrene, an old friend who had been away for a long time. She was standing at a distance. Not too far away. My hair fluttered in the wind, and my navy green eyes stared at me. The pair of eyes shines something familiar in the past .

cyrene

@Kimsan