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𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉
𝒜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊?
𝒞𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶𝓃 σɾƈԋαɾԃ σϝ ɱιɳҽʂ
𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅 𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒


𝒪𝒽, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒
𝒮𝑜 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒷 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈
𝒲𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒷 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈


𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒹, 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓊𝓅𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃
𝒮𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒, 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 gσℓ∂ ƒσяgє∂ ρℓαη
𝒪𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒, 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓉
TᖇEᗩᗪ ᑕᗩᖇEᖴᑌᒪ OᑎE ᔕTEᑭ ᗩT ᗩ TIᗰE


𝒪𝒽, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂 𝓉𝑜 ꌃꋪꍟꍏꀘ ꒒ꀤꀘꍟ ꓄ꀤꂵꍟ
𝒮𝑜 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒷 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈
ωσυℓ∂ уσυ ℓσσк ησω 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒷 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈

A garden stretches before you...

Once one enters through the alley, a small shack can be seen directly to the east.
Dilapidated and dark, it holds nothing but gardening tools and a small cot.
Dust covers every inch, as if the caretaker hasn't been here in a long while.
However, one light turns on once night falls, sending a soft brightness over the porch with it's single rocking chair.
Once in a while, the rocking chair rocks itself, as if it's owner is still there.

In the northeast corner, a waterfall lies.
A river runs diagonal through the area.
There's no telling where the water comes from, or where it goes.
But it's crystal clear, crisp, and refreshing.
Like it comes from an underground cavern.

Two bridges cross the river, allowing access from one side to the other.
They are made in a sturdy oriental style.
The railings are high, and greenery grows around them.

A weapon's platform lies to the north, just below the waterfall.
It is an upside down pentagon, made from bamboo and white pine.
The floor of it is lightly cushioned, and the four racks at the back hold bows, axes, spears, and swords.
A collection of five per weapon rack.

A large weeping willow lays in the west corner, shading over the end of the slow moving river.
Here, the grass is soft, and the breeze is gentle.
Here, you feel the presence of something warm. Safe. Protected.
But nothing is seen.

In the northwest lays a gray door with chains across it.
This lifetime, it hasn't been opened in a long while.
Just in front of it rests a spiral garden.
Every plant in it is poisonous.
There is a small wooden sign telling you so.
Tread carefully.

A cobblestone path meanders it's way through the gardens and clearings.