The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The dream began not with light, but with the smell of wet earth and crushed lavender, a scent so thick and cloying it felt less like an odor and more like a physical weight pressing against the back of the throat. In the dream, the world was a place of perpetual twilight, where the sky hung low and heavy, bruised with colors that had no names in waking life, and the trees were not trees but...

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