Four rows. No more, no less. Bright blue flowers grow. The sky begins to darken, the air turning cold. Fireflies come out to play each humming their own song. A stranger walks among the rows. Kneeling down, she looks up to a sky filled with stars. Each twinkling with life. The moon high in the sky, but the garden still bright with light. A Faint blue light radiates from the flowers. Bending over to one of the flowers she puts her ear to it, a faint whisper is heard. " Hey kiddo take care of yourself for someone really cares about you" memories fade into her mind. Getting up she heads to another flower and listens closely. "Hey punk we'll miss you" a woman's voice emits from the flower. Standing up again she repeats this several times, each time hearing a friend's voice. " stay determined!", "Stay safe my child", "Fairytail will always be your home!", "you're a member of the seven deadly sins remember that". Silent tears run down her cheeks, memories running through her mind. The good the bad, the happy, and the sad. Smiling she gets up and heads over to a single flower outside the rest. Bending down she hears " Just don't forget your family". It's her voice, looking over the garden, the light begins to fade as the moon descends from the sky. Walking over to the edge she smiles, tears staining her face. Looking up she sees the fading stars. Closing her eyes, she vanishes as if she was never there. The voices of the flowers whispering their messages until the next time she comes.
This is the garden of the Rift
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my poems and short stories
PoetryI will update it from now and then but this will have my poems and shorts stories in it and some other stuff
