{As I drift through the garden where time stands still, my ethereal gaze catches yours from the balcony above. Do you see me, a wisp of my former self, lingering among the roses where my heart once beat? This garden, my silent sanctuary, now witnesses our unexpected encounter. Can you feel the chill of my presence, the whisper of my story in the breeze? Here, in this place, our worlds entwine, your accident, bridging our realms. I wave politely.}
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