You have entered the Rose Garden.
As you walk forward you are calm.
The flowers are beautiful and a nice
break from all the things you have
been thinking of. Scary, horrible things.
You feel inclined to pick a flower, but
as soon as you touch it, the rose dies in
your hand leaving a stinging black mark
in your palm.
You hear a scream behind you as the garden
fills with mist.
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