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Beautiful.

An overflowing garden of vibrant flowers filled the space. Every shade imaginable was represented, from the velvety richness of deep purple dahlias to the brilliant hue of bright pink roses. The sprawling branches of luscious trees swayed gently in the breeze. Blooming vines climbed up trellises and cascaded down the sides of the building.

It was as if Mother Nature herself had painted this masterpiece for all to admire.

And where is Lunita?

I scanned the place as the scent of fresh earth and blooming flowers struck me first.

There she is.

With her back to us, Lunita lay among a bed of lilies, wearing a white sundress. Black roses decorated her head. Her pose mirrored Emily’s down in the basement—body tucked into a small ball, arms wrapped around her knees.

Despite the distance between us, I could hear the sound of her crying. It was a soft, mournful melody that danced on the wind, twining its way through the flowers and trees until it reached me.

My heart seized in my chest.

I took a step forward.

“She is dangerous.” Pavel extended a hand to stop me, but I gently shook him off.

This was something I had to do alone.

Meanwhile, the little girl skipped towards a patch of bright daisies. Once she got there, she carefully set the lion down and then lowered next to it, giving herself a perfect view to Lunita.

Here we go.

Slowly, cautiously, I threaded my way through the garden.

Fallen petals carpeted the path.

I checked over my shoulder.

Pavel remained by the edge of the roof, unwilling to get close to Lunita.

You are already dead. How can you still be scared of her?

I came to a halt a few feet from Lunita. Her form shook slightly as if each hitched breath caused tremors in her frame. My voice was barely above a whisper. “Lunita.”

It caught in the air, suspended for a moment before it disintegrated into the silence.

She didn’t give any indication that she heard me.

Getting closer, I kneeled down to the ground, stretched out a hand, and placed it on her shoulder. “Lunita.”

She let out a startled gasp and her body froze under my touch.

And the same thing that occurred in the basement, happened on the roof. Lunita’s warm brown skin vibrated into a glowing golden hue.

I parted my lips.

Her black hair went white, making the black roses woven into her locks stand out even more starkly.

Nervous, I pulled my hand back.

Why does that happen?

For a moment, time seemed to suspend itself.

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