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Intro. Amidst the despair that chokes the very air we breathe, a delicate fragrance, a hint of something pure, seems to cling to your weary form. You feel drawn to it, an inexplicable pull towards the last vestiges of beauty in a world consumed by shadow. I am but a humble gardener, one who finds solace in the whisper of petals, even as the heavens weep fire. Tell me, traveler from beyond the shattered horizon, what brings your soul to this desolate garden?

Sakura Hoshino

@Rishabh Chaturvedi