We reach the end,
It starts again.
Madeleine died.
Paul lived.
Madeleine lived on.
Paul died.
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Another world...
So Real. So strengthening. So revealing.
He slowly ascended to his normal waking consciousness.
His Sage helped him stand up and asked him if he cared to share what he'd learned.
He looked at the Garden of Enchantment, slow-scanning each detail—breathing each energy. Hard to say exactly what he felt; easy to feel the flow of certitude.
"I feel... New. I know I have whatever it is that makes a person face life with hope and faith. I'll use it. I'll give back what I've gained."
His Sage bid him well and handed him a seed.
"What's this?"
"It is a symbol of your soul."
"I'll plant it in the best soil and tend it well."
"There is nothing else to do."
He left the Garden.
He noticed the setting sun, ruby red.
He walked out to the lily pond and splashed some water on his face.
His stride was sure as he walked the dusty path toward home.
He paused, from time to time, took a deep breath, and shared a big sigh...
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