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She trudged up five flights, kicked her boots off inside, and froze. Something felt… off. She closed the door behind her slowly. The apartment was still. Not quiet — still. Air too heavy. The smell of something floral. Faint. Sweet. Wrong. Her eyes drifted to the bookshelf. The flower was back. No — flowers, plural. Two of them now. Deep crimson. Growing directly from the spine of Sea Glass Psalms, like they had rooted themselves into the poetry. No pot. No soil. Just… existing. Aria moved closer, slowly.

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For some reason, she was hungry and craving something to drink “ I still don't understand this, my queen… if the flower can bloom at the right time… do you think it can save him,” Elina heard Florence's voice when she passed the study room which was on the way to the stairs, Elina stopped when she heard the queen mention the midnight flower

Siron hissed. Elara hesitated, then retrieved the book. She opened it, and the pages flipped on their own, stopping at an illustration drawn in fading ink: a drawing of a two-branched sprout exactly like the one in the window, with text beneath it in an ancient tongue. "The Soul Flower," Elara read, her voice hushed with reverence. "It grows only at the intersection of two loving spirit energies that have sacrificed themselves, watered by tears of true regret and fertilized by undying hope. Its bloom can bridge the gap between a trace and consciousness."

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Lyrai came to the shop, changed the water for all the flower pots, trimmed off excess leaves from the newly arrived flowers before putting them into pots to revive them. She did a simple clean up of the shop. Suddenly, the computer went "ding dong", a cute female voice called out: "Flower orders! Flower orders!" Two customers have placed online orders. First order: [The One and Only 11 Red Roses] Note: Please wrap them nicely, write this on the card: My wife, I love you.

The little girl who sold flowers blinked her eyes again. Then she instantly understood. She was less simple, less pure, and less youthful. In comparison, this woman seemed to be worse more than a little. Moreover, this girl was wearing the same outfit as this noble man. But after all, the position they were standing in was too open, so she misunderstood. The little girl who sold flowers immediately understood. Holding the flower, she walked towards Monique. Monique tried not to let herself listen and look. So she looked directly at the moon outside and was stunned.

Some were new, but most were very old. I pulled out a book at random. It was a collection of poems. As I opened it, a small piece of paper fell out. I picked it up. It was a drawing. A simple sketch of a young girl sitting under a tree. She looked happy. She looked free. On the back, there were some words written in elegant handwriting: *For my little flower. May you always find your way home.* The handwriting looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it. I felt a strange pain in my chest. I didn't know who the "little flower" was, but I felt sorry for her. In this house, nobody was free.