The Pale Garden
The dream did not wake him; it simply replaced the dark. In the dream, the garden was not behind the house but beneath it, a subterranean expanse of pale, ghostly flora that pulsed with a faint, bioluminescent rhythm. The flowers were white as bone, their petals translucent, revealing the intricate, capillary-like veins of a network that stretched down into the earth. Elias stood at the edge of...
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