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You are standing in a garden.
above your head shines a bright star on your left is a deep tangle of quartz	before you is a roaring pillar of fire your breath is steady. chattering birdsong fills the air behind you is a cloud, wreathing a rainbow-haloed cliff	on your right is a burbling tumble of clear water your bare feet are rooted in soft moss