You take off running toward the flowers.
The scent hits you first—sweet, overwhelming, like a perfume bottle shattered and spilled across the air. Massive petals, some as wide as your whole body, sway gently in the breeze along the cobblestone alley. You're not sure why, but something about them feels safer. Maybe it’s the cover. Maybe it’s instinct.
The vibrations grow heavier—closer. Each step now feels like a distant explosion in the earth. A shadow creeps over the grass behind you.
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