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A piercing scream fills the air... It's my own. Memories flood my mind but I can't seem to grasp them. It clogs my brain with emotion. I can't even focus on the daisies and daffodils I've been tending to.

Suddenly, as an act of frustration, I thrust my hand forward towards the center of the garden. A small sapling has now appeared. Ugly and evil it stands. It's bark midnight black; it's branches sharp as spears. The little saplings roots creep closer towards the nearest patch of lilies. I can see the roots strangle the lilies and a new evil sapling takes it's place.

I collapse and weep, though flowers don't seem important they're my only strand of hope on what I've become. They're a symbol of the beauty of my power.

I force another scream through my cries. As I scream the sapling suddenly turns into a ball of nothing. Wiping away tears I rush to where my beautiful lilies used to be. It almost seems like forever till I get up and walk to the other flowers I was pruning.

Dizziness soon takes over, my eyelids become heavy. I fall to the ground. Black. It's all black.

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