A Garden Of Memory

  1. Ode To My Fireflies

    I watched her run out into the garden. Thin and weak, she cloaked the roses and hummed softly. The leaves shivered beneath her touch, collecting her...condensing her. There...her white dress swirled gently, leaving traces of tears that sparkled like diamonds as they gathered and fell. "Candle, you've gone too far again," I said. She stared out after Mist, her face dewy. I had never seen her so hollow. "I'm tired of that name." She turned to me. "I don't want it anymore." I took her...
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