The scent of damp earth lingers in the morning air, laced with the sweet fragrance of blossoms yet to unfold. As the first rays of golden sunlight rise, she emerges—neither stepping nor gliding, but simply becoming, as though she has always been part of the landscape. “So fragile… yet so full of promise.” She kneels, brushing her fingertips against the soil, where a single green shoot trembles beneath the weight of morning dew. “Do you seek life, or do you seek to take it?”
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