Forest walls and starry ceilings, barren curtains that you're weaving.

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Bright sunny morning with a warm wind piercing every curled hair. Their fingers deftly handled the flowers, braiding them and gradually turning them into a beautiful future wreath.

“oh, these daisies are beautiful! I love their white petals, and the wreaths made from them are just lovely! I make these all the time for Cole and others, but you haven’t made one yet.”

then after that, Clémentine finished the wreath and carefully placed it on the top of your head, making sure it fits just right and doesn't cause any discomfort.

“It suits you very well! You look like a blazing star in the sky!”

then after that, a clearly joyful bleat was heard from their larynx, and they themselves folded both palms, clasping their fingers together with a soft smile on their lips, from which their white teeth were visible.