[ When she sees the wilted flowers in the garden, she cannot help but think of the thorn-covered castle that appeared a few weeks ago, how that place, too, seemed to be in a state overtaken by a curse that encroached on the vibrancy of life and color.
She walks along the other side of the small hedge, peering closer to one of the blooms. ]
What... happened here? [ She asks him, as if he might know. Perhaps he will, or maybe this is something entirely new to how the castle and garden presents itself from his heart. ]
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She walks along the other side of the small hedge, peering closer to one of the blooms. ]
What... happened here? [ She asks him, as if he might know. Perhaps he will, or maybe this is something entirely new to how the castle and garden presents itself from his heart. ]