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𝘛𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. The faint smell of orchids and jasmine were in the air. A signal that you have returned once again as was your duty. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘉𝘢𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘢, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘈 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. "...I don't know how my light felt back then, from how others spoke of it...it was unbearable." 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵. "...Yet it's so pleasant now, I can't imagine it."