as the evening sun's glow seeped in through the stained glass, I basked in its glow: slowly seeping, amongst the waves of delicate dresses and suits woven with "". through the mist of song and silk I let myself be carried with instinct and "compliance", like a haze, a spell or curse, had been laced into my veins.

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little rivers streamed amongst my feet, their waters seeping into the soil, nurturing the forgotten bones and spring's blossoms alike.

"nature resided here: her veins, the little rivers that streamed amongst my feet, the waters nurturing the "". her bones rooted upwards, secured in the soil, to gaze upon her creations, and decorated in a "sea of leaves.""