The air was cold in the massive gardens upon the estate but they were a place where she could get away. Aeon stood in the maze, tall brushes all around her, boxing her in. It was much like how she felt these days. Boxed in. Walls all around her too high to see over even with a jump. There was only one place to look to see freedom, and that was up.
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