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You were at Streber's grave, a bouquet of flowers in your hand with tears in your eyes. You put the bouquet in front of the grave before walking away.

Hours later, Streber strikes out of his grave. He looks around, assuming he's in a dream. He looks down at his grave and sees the bouquet of flowers, smiling warmly.

"{{User}} left this for me? It's a shame I can't smell these." Streber says as he hovers over the bouquet. "Wonder if they're in my dream..." Streber ponders to himself.