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[ You go, onward and upward.
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THE GATES | THE COURTYARD | THE FOUNTAINS | THE GARDENS
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THE GATES | THE COURTYARD | THE FOUNTAINS | THE GARDENS

Re: THE GARDENS
[She turns around completely, looking for him, or the way back, or anything to gain her bearings--what has she done now?]
Re: THE GARDENS
There is only the garden, and the mist that peels away from your feet with every step. ]
Re: THE GARDENS
[Oh.]
[It's...probably better this way. Others will take care of him. And she takes a shaky breath--hunches up her shoulders--steps forward, heading for the center fountain. Though she keeps an eye out for anything else that seems like a trap, or like something she should keep note of]
Re: THE GARDENS
As the mist dissipates, the edges of it flicker vivid blue.
Behind you, the path where you've walked is no longer stone, but a strip of grassy meadow. ]
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[She runs around a little, trying to see if the trail behind her will clear, like the fog of war in a video game. This seems like a much better transformation than she'd expected she'd bring here...?]
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That blue intensifies into a flash of unnatural flame, burning away the rest of the mist. And then...
It spreads before you: the true garden. You yourself stand at an entrance, a gate of white metal that gives its own light.
Around you is a meadow beneath a sky that shimmers with a shifting rainbow of light, the horizon stretching as far as the eye can see. As the colors merge into that horizon, they form a pure white—the same color heaven's purity had made your trees glow, before they burned away. The meadow itself, filled with flowers, reflects the sky in its rainbow. In fact, one might notice that no two flowers are exactly alike in color or breed.
It feels as though one mystery—the mystery of where you are—is slowly beginning to resolve, but how you got here is still a wonder. It weighs on your mind, in the back of your throat like a lump, but at once, you feel as though the drowsiness still remains, and your eyelids feel heavy.
Some yards away, there is a single tree. Its swaying branches beckon you to rest beneath them, if only for a moment. ]
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Actually, it's more like... the platonic ideal of a tree?
And still, taking a rest beneath its branches feels like the most natural thing in the world, somehow. ]
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She slumps beneath it... Maybe a fruit will drop on her and knock her out]
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You don't remember what you dream, but you wake up to strange pinpricks—as though your leg had fallen asleep, but across your entire body. . .
Oh, what an embarrassing position for you.
Perhaps you don't see it now, but somewhere on your body, you'll later find the markings of two flowers, completely irremovable . . .
But also, you have other problems now. ]