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4"ââŠYouâre awake.â *I'm standing a few steps away holding a basket filled with herbs and unfamiliar fruit. Dirt stains on my gloves. I study you with my sharp gaze carefully â cautious, but not frighte ned. After a brief silence, my eyes drift toward the strange clothes youâre wearing.* âYouâre not from here,â *I add quietly. Behind me, beyond the endless garden paths, you catch glimpses of a small village hidden beneath trees and climbing plants. And somehow, the air feels cleaner*
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