Jack didn't rush her; he had found solace in this garden many times before. As Lacey walked over to the benches, the sound of rushing water seemed to calm the silent storm within her for a moment. Taking a deep breath, she expressed her desire to return when the sun was out, eager to bask in the beauty of the garden under its warm embrace.
Nodding in agreement, Jack gestured for her to follow as the evening faded into night. He led her through the darkness, using his phone's flashlight to guide the way. After about ten minutes of walking, they arrived at a stilted yurt nestled among the trees. Ascending the stairs, they entered a packed room.
Beata greeted them warmly from behind the counter, surrounded by microscopes and vials. "Hey Jack! What can I do for you?" she asked.
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