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The Garden Between Worlds

作者: Mayemura Special
last update 公開日: 2025-07-22 22:07:12

Zenith's POV

Later, when we drive down the winding path toward the small wooden villa, the new one, I can feel it. Before I even step out of the car. Something stirs. The same way my blood had buzzed that night the seal broke.

But here, it does not feel sharp. It feels welcoming. Like the land recognizes me. Like the roots beneath the soil know who I am. I step out of the car barefoot and walk slowly toward the door. Everything is silent. Then… a breeze swirls around me. It feels warm and Soft.
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