The pink petals drifting from the central tree do not fall; they spiral outward, marking the steady heartbeat of a world that breathes in rhythm with the sky.
These floating stones are not merely a path, but a celestial clock that rearranges itself based on the memories of those who step upon them.
If you reach the center with a clouded mind, the roots will draw from your life to feed the blossoms, but a pure heart may find the fruit that grants a glimpse of eternity.
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