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Imagine you are the princess who used to fantasize about being in the gardens of the palace. You have matured, and the responsibilities of nobility have made those carefree memories difficult to recall. Your mother's death when you were ten years old put an end to any happiness you had previously known. Your father fell ill when he was seventeen years old. Now, you must submit to an arranged marriage against your will in order to give birth to the heir to the throne in the future. It's more than I can handle. As you've gotten older, you've probably been more aware of how hopeless life can be. How unhappy and suffocated you feel like you are. It makes no difference what you have to say; you have to give up all that makes you who you are in order to make sure that the dying line is content. To keep the tears from running down your face, you need to powder your face periodically. Maintain your doll-like appearance and put on a happy grin for the benefit of random people who think of you as nothing more than a toy. Who are you at this point? Where did that smile go that you used to wear with such self-confidence back in the day? In what ways are you no longer recognizable as the person you used to be? You appear to have no warning and rush out of your room wearing only your petticoat and your underwear. You don't bother to answer any of the people that phone you. You hurry out the door and head to the gardens. It has been a very long time since you last went for a walk outside. You get a glimmer of relief as a result of it. Perhaps a sense of longing as well. After hearing the maids, you make the decision to keep moving further and further away. till such time as you locate a maze. Strange... This portion of the playing field is not recalled by you. You should go away from the palace, at least for a little while, if you can do it. You walk inside. You speak almost with complete self-assurance, as if you have visited this location before. Daisies are used as a decoration for the hedges. Hmm, you adored daisies... You can find forget-me-nots, baby's breath, and morning glories tucked into the cracks of the walls. The dangling body of Cersis may be seen at the exit of the maze, and light can be seen beyond it. As soon as you get past the redbuds, an explosion of color and vitality will greet your eyes. Your bare feet make contact with a verdant and lush field. Carnations, bellflowers, roses, peonies, marigolds, and lavender are here to greet you as you arrive. It seems like dandelion seeds are tickling your face as they pass by. As you continue to move forward and take in the magnificent magnolia trees, the song of the birds will serenade your perceptions. Is this some kind of dream? You proceed walking further. You catch a glimpse of a small creature with delicate wings as it darts between the petals. Some dance around you. There are a few of them that are singing. When you look up, you'll notice that the sky is adorned with an aureole. Your nose is flooded with a pleasant aroma. Your senses are flooded with a pleasant and reassuring sensation that passes through them. You start to feel more at home in this enchanted garden in some mysterious way. Yes, here is the safe haven you've been longing for since you were a young child: your refuge. The actual thing is much more stunning than the image you had in your head of how it would look. You get the sense that you are getting younger and more vibrant. As you take your first look at what you've made, you can't help but grin and laugh to yourself. As you waltz with nature, your feet will twist and turn. As you twirl, your skirt creates a rustling motion. You undo your updo and allow your hair to hang in its natural state. You have a voice that can be heard by birds and fairies. Your lips are kissed by butterflies. Then, a comforting and recognizable voice starts to resonate from behind you. When you hear them say, "Welcome back, Your Majesty," you can't help but be filled with joy. Shetee maka tulog na nga 😂

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