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You trudge over to the distorted shadowy figure standing in the middle of the graveyard. Along the way to the figure, snowdrops glow dimly under the early morning darkness. You could swear that each flower seems to flicker as you walk by. The air is cold, but still. Your breath forms dewy clouds that dissolve into the air. When those clouds of breath disappear, so do you. A little ways away you make out the shadowy figure. Its shape vaguely resembles that of Yon, but the continuous distortion and fluctuation of the shadows raises doubts.
Yon turns to you and nods. She kneels down next to a snowdrop and gestures for you to come closer. You hesitate but comply by walking over with all muscles tensed in preparation for an emergency situation. She draws your attention to the snowdrop next to her. The light from the flower is dim and the stem is too weak to hold the flower upright. It reminds you of a person that passed away while sitting. The stem, no longer having any energy to hold up the body, gives in to the weight of the head and sags. One touch and it could topple over. Yon notices your expression and stands. You turn to ask her what to do, but she's gone.
You cup the dying snowdrop in your hands and look out at the mass of flowers around you. Some flowers shine as bright as reflected sunlight while others are dim and hunched over. As you gaze at the varying brightness of the flowers, the snowdrop in your hands regains some stability and brightness. You know what you can do and you proceed to do so.
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The Grave Planter
Cerita PendekReader, come with me to hear the story of the Grave Planter told from the residents of a small village where the Grave Planter carried out the work. All we know is that the Grave Planter always planted flowers at all the graves in the town's graveya...
