Forty-nine

MELISSA’S POV

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I found myself in a beautiful garden, more beautiful than the one I saw at the end of the cave, back there. There was certainly no end to more beautiful gardens, since I kept seeing a more beautiful one, each time I got into strange places.

I couldn’t help, but marvel at the breathtaking view before me. The vibrant colors of the flowers dazzled me in a way that I had never experienced before, and the soft scent of the blooming blossoms enveloped me in their gentle aroma. I breathed in the fresh air deeply, amazed by the beauty that surrounded me. Butterflies flitted and floated on the summer breeze, and bees buzzed contentedly around their favorite flowers.

The garden seemed endless, with a sea of green grass and beautiful flowers of every color imaginable. I saw roses with petals of vivid red and pink, lilies of pure white, marigolds with their petals of bold orange and sunflowers that spanned high above me. Each flower was unique, different in shape, color, and size,