Her own memories merged with his adding to the odd environment around them. A mix of different places. A roof appeared over them, without walls to support it. The roof was made of glass or crystal, showering them in fractured rainbows as the moonlight hit it at just the right angle.
The ground under her feet became stone, raised ever so slightly from where he was. A small well off to one side draped in blue and grey cloth over stone. Places gone to her now. But places that have become dear to her heart.
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Date: 7 Dec 2023 07:23 (UTC)The ground under her feet became stone, raised ever so slightly from where he was. A small well off to one side draped in blue and grey cloth over stone. Places gone to her now. But places that have become dear to her heart.