I walked down the path to the arboretum and stepped inside. The botanist sat among the ruins, his head in his hands. "It was all so beautiful," he said.
I looked around—everything was destroyed. "What happened?" I asked. "Darkness took it," he replied.
I told him we would rebuild. He lifted his head, a hint of hope in his eyes. "Where are the seeds?" I asked. We found them and got to work, replanting the space we both knew was a sanctuary.
To protect it, we arranged white stones in a large circle on the ground, placing a single red rock in the center—the life force. The white stones would protect it.
- From the dream, It Was All So Beautiful, October 2024.
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