Whispers echoed that each soul carried its unique hues, but among them, a small group of eight souls found solace in the notion that flowers, not colours, symbolized their essence.
Colours may dim with time, but flowers, fragile and ephemeral, hold...
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Whispers echoed that each soul carried its unique hues, but among them, a small group of eight souls found solace in the notion that flowers, not colours, symbolized their essence.
Colours may dim with time, but flowers, fragile and ephemeral, hold the essence of life. Neglected, they wither silently, their decline unnoticed until each delicate petal falls, a silent lament for what was lost.
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21 : 00 P.M.
"Where could she be ?" Mr. Lee's voice trembled with concern as he glanced at his family, the weight of their worry palpable in the silent, empty house since seven o'clock.
