It’s just a game

It was something about those in-between moments of the night when you lay your head on pillow and when you finally fall asleep



“Flower filled garden, colourful butterflies, something vibrant,” she repeated his words ........


How a place that once must have been full of liveliness and glory could turn into something eerie after years of abandonment and neglect?

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