Flower's Grove
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The enchanted forest beckoned the object head into its pulsing heart. How could anyone resist such a lush Garden of Eden? The forest was steeped in plushness and opulence. The fluty piping of a songbird split the silence just as the forest became flooded with light. A fusillade of warbling detonated all around him as the forest came alive with the troubadours of the trees. He admired the butterflies, they pirouetted in the air, their wings a-whirr like little ripples of silk. The glory of the forest was revealed in the birthstone-bright light. Almond-brown trees stood serenely, awash with a tender glow. Their bark looked like riffled toast and gems of amber clasped their crusty exterior.
A shiny spillway led to a choppier pond. Boulders colonized the edges of the pond, buffed with pillows of moss. They caused a rocky gurgling as water met stone; a swish, a clunk, a swell and a clop. Sweet fragrances, alluvial and palliative, seemed to flit in and out of his awareness. Sight and smell vied for attention in this soul-enriching dream world. He put his back against a knobbly boulder, leaning his head against the mossy pillow. “Hm...I seem to be lost...” He mumbled, sounding quite relaxed for someone who held no memory of how they came across this tranquil place.
