prologue - one

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from my heart once grew an eternal garden of love and life, roses and butterflies and everlasting daises entwined with marigolds and buttercups.

amethyst cyclamens and flickering orchids bloomed endlessly, illuminated by dawn's shimmering glow. carnations and dahlias dripped with sweet butterfly honey, glistening with nectar and tears of joy.

blossoming tulips and violets lined mossy pathways, the roots of ancient celadon willow trees entwined around the cobbled path.

but that age of abundance and joy is no longer. for now my heart is a garden of death.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸWhere stories live. Discover now