As she touched down upon the earth, a hush fell over the landscape, as if nature itself paused to witness this divine visitation. Flowers unfurled in her presence, their petals trembling with anticipation, while the trees swayed gently, welcoming her with open boughs. She turned her head, her gaze falling upon you and your state of grievance. “You. You grieve for this woman more than the others. What was her name?”
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