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I was back in the same place, just like last time. The big castle in the middle of an ocean. The little girl I saw last time was here. I found myself standing in a garden, a beautiful garden filled with beautiful flowers of different kinds. There were lilies, roses, sunflowers, and many many more. The little girl was squatting down, digging into the moist soil with her bare hands. Despite that, however, she seemed happy and was slowly humming a song. It was as if I was made to stand rooted in the same position and just watch the little girl do what she wanted. From all indications, the girl seemed to be happy and satisfied with what she was doing, as well as the song she was humming. The surprising part however was that, as she hummed whatever song it was she was singing, the flowers seem
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