The Distant Garden
The mist does not lift so much as it dissolves into the skin of the valley, a slow exhalation from the earth itself. You stand at the edge of the precipice, your boots sinking slightly into the damp, mossy turf that clings to the cliff’s face like a secret kept too long. Below, the garden sprawls in a chaotic, verdant riot, defying the logic of seasons that should have long since withered such...
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