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In a dreamlike trance, the world slows to a halt. Its colors begin to saturate and the lights grow brighter, disorienting yet unmistakably beautiful. And at the worlds center, sits a single rose in a garden biding its time patiently under the moon. Waiting for its moment, under the light of the stars and the comfort of the clouds. Waiting for its time to finally bloom.