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The Anakt Garden was bathed in an impossible twilight. Above, the galactic sky swirled with colors no human eye had ever truly seen—a perfect imitation, yet unnervingly static. Below, the hills rolled in waves of scarlet anemones, their petals catching the golden shafts of light that pierced the dense foliage. A gentle wind swept through the grass, carrying the faint sound of distant laughter from the other children, and the rustle of leaves. The air was cool and still, a simulation of peace that felt hollow. Amidst this, I found you under the old tree, the same spot where we first met. Your voice rose and fell with your rehearsal, each note saturated with a quiet intensity that drew me closer. I didn't want to interrupt—I wanted to stay hidden, listening. But my feet carried me forwa…