The Spirit of the Lost Dimension

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…Maryam now spends most of her time with her garden neighbors, tending to the bouquet of roses perched atop the delicate stem. She claims it’s in a recovery phase, having been uprooted from its exile in the pot and lured to its home in the only realm where no barriers can impede the roots’ journey: the soil! Maryam spares neither time nor care for this pampered princess of plants, with her dual identity; perhaps she even finds her allure precisely because of this duality. For she is neither a tree nor merely a bouquet. A tree trunk culminating in a wreath of roses. Not a wreath woven from rose petals plucked from a garden’s verdant grove, but a wreath bound to a stem, and the stem itself bound by roots.