[ Saya blinks, looking to the wilting flowers now held in front of her. Vietnam says to think about what she was thinking before, but what was she thinking exactly? Flowers. Sunflowers, and how the broken seeds could have become sunflowers...
It'd be nice if these wilted flowers could bloom again.
And just like that, with a sudden light, the flowers perk up again, bright when their colours had been faded moments before. ]
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It'd be nice if these wilted flowers could bloom again.
And just like that, with a sudden light, the flowers perk up again, bright when their colours had been faded moments before. ]