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"Oh, my dear. I was expecting you."
And she hands you a nice cup of tea. Behind her warmth and kind smile, her eyes tell a different story. Aeons of struggle and blooming, cycles of every possible variation upon a theme played out a landscape of infinite size.
"You want the secrets of life, do you, Player? Well, there are many, and not just the kind solved by violence and destruction. Let me tell you a story about life, and how it flourishes across the stars, fractally spread throughout the micro and macro levels and how it all fits together. But first, would you like to see my garden?"
And what a beautiful and sublime garden it was, the roses with their thorns.
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