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Angelo looked like he had been born to step into the unknown.
Lęina had always been told she was born to stay at home.
She could smell sadness like a fragrance sprayed in the air. Something young girls dotted behind their ears. She smelled the way men carried sadness in their chests, always given to them by their fathers, or a girl who broke their heart.
did you know you were born with magic? deep inside your chest? did you know you carried power in your wombs the power to break tombs a power they wished did not exist?
return to the Garden, my child. understand why I’ve called you home see why you know the ways of lands you’ve never seen why you feel like all this time you’ve been lost in one eternal daydream return to the Garden, my child. remember all the things they asked you to forget. remember the Garden, my child. I am calling You Home.

