The Garden Spectre spends it's evenings wandering up and down the terrace path, by the flowers it tended in life. It looks in the windows where it lived it's life, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone it knows, or to see a memory in it's mind, But the people inside are strangers, no memories spring to mind, how long has it been wandering, up this garden path ?
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