˖ ݁𖥔 ݁ ˖ You stretch your hand out, carefully pinching the stem and picking the blossom from the soil. The very millisecond the flower is severed from the ground, everything goes dark.

In a single, sudden fraction of a second, the beautiful garden vanishes completely into thin air, as if it had never existed. The warm sunlight drops away instantly, replaced by a freezing, violent gust of wind. You look down at your hand.
The flower you just picked has turned into a handful of dry ash. The heavy, suffocating fog has closed in around you once again, thicker and colder than ever before. The trees look identical in every single direction, sealing you inside...

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