-[Chapter 11]-

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A colorful dream

When your dream began you were wearing the same outfit as before and you were laying down in a flower field when you opened your eyes you were greeted by Albedo whom was also wearing the same beautiful outfit from before. "Oh you're awake :)" he says as you're greeted by his soft smile. "What is this place?" You question as he helps you up "oh this place is my secret flower garden though when I came here today I found you asleep and had decided not to wake you since you'd looked like you were having a rather pleasant dream. Are you here to dance with me?" He asked. "Though I'm not particularly sure how I ended up here but I would like to have that dance now." "If you say so :)" He says as he laughs lightly he extended his hand so you could follow him out further into the flower field, when the dance begun again the same song began to play unsure of where it was coming from time again felt as if it had ceased twirling you around in the field of flowers it made you feel as if you were floating. You looked down wait a minute you actually were a few feet off the ground you and him were dancing together in midair, this truly was an amazing feat that only he would be able to make possible. Oh to be dancing forever, you thought as you were dancing when the song had ended you both had slowly started to float down back to the ground his hand still teathered to yours from when you were dancing. "That was..... nice thank you" I said. "I enjoyed our dances together Lavender, let me give you something before you go..." He reaches down to pick a flower which he then places in your hair. "There you look lovely Lavender." He smiles and says goodbye my flower as I wave him goodbye returning to my home. When you wake up you find that the exact same flower had been in your hair, was it a coincidence? Or was it magic? I don't know but I decided to press the flower in my sketchbook on the page with the drawing of the cake to preserve the beauty of it forever.

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