[Cyrsta flies slowly over a field, and in her wake flowers spring up from the earth, their blooms unfurling and reaching towards the sky. She winds her way up a tree and branches become fuller, vines thicken and flower and wind up alongside her. She kneels on a branch somberly, wrapping her arms around herself.]I don't understand it. ...I can help
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