You were the forgotten here, in my garden of heart.
Well kept with weeds, or the prize winning horticulture display,
You would not know.
You were the foreigner and the one unknown to this land.
This soil is not where you began.
What brings you to this side of the world?
What brings you to travel to this darkness?
What brings you?
Do you dare travel these lands alone?
I hope you have good hiking shoes. It is a confusing terrain.
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