The little girl clapped her hands, utterly fascinated. "You're amazing, Mommy!" she said, her voice full of awe and pride.
Her mother laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from Anastasia's forehead with the back of her gloved hand. "One day, dew drop, you will grow your own flowers, ones the world has never seen before."
The memory shimmered, fading into the whisper of the wind, leaving only the warmth of her mother's voice lingering in her chest.
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The garden around Nnenna came back into focus.
The same patch of Moonveil Orchids swayed before her, alive, glowing faintly under Elyndra's sun.
Carl watched her eyes flicker back into focus, her gaze locked on the cluster of glowing blossoms.
"What did you remember?" he asked softly.
