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Fyora walked through the meadow, brushing the tips of her fingers across the flowers below her. The meadow stretched on as far as her eyes could see, and the flowers were all the colours of the rainbow. Clusters of red, blue, green, yellow, purple, and white blooms that had once been isolated from each other now intermingled thanks to her efforts in cultivation.

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