The Pale Garden
You dream of the garden before you wake, a sprawling expanse of pale, spectral flora that seems to breathe with a rhythm entirely separate from your own, where the leaves are not green but a translucent, bone-white hue that catches the light and holds it, trembling, until the sun is high enough to bleach the color from the world entirely. You are a master glazier, a craftsman whose hands know...
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