24I sit in a magnificent courtyard garden, it’s nothing less than idyllic. I’m surrounded by nameless flowers, and music teases my ears as a breeze whispers through my hair.
I’m relaxed and feel completely, finally, at home.
From where I lounge, I can see only the backside of the sprawling estate, but it is bordered by other luxurious gardens and rolling pasture lands which are in turn edged by copious woods that seem to go on forever.
Birds sing. Butterflies of the most astounding colors flitter by, kissing my cheeks on occasion. The breeze is soft and slightly warm. The autumn sun embraces me.
I’m enjoying a drink, something slightly tart and just barely sweet, similar to lemonade but far better.
“It’s important to remember. All you hear. All you see. Commit it to your memory.”
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