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Akari walked along the winding garden paths, dusting her fingertips along the soft petals of the flowers. She gazed at the rainbow of color, remembering the first time she had come here. Akari had been young, no more than six, when her mother brought her to the garden to teach her about the life it held. They had walked among the flowers as Akari did, following the path her mother had taken her all those years ago. She came upon a large lily, bright pinks staining the white petals. When she saw the flower she paused, a small smile came to her face as she remembered her mother. They had come to this very flower all those years ago, though then it had been weak, wilting. Her mother had brought her near and told her that even the smallest, weakest looking bud could bloom into a beautiful flower, sometimes all they needed was a little help. She remembered watching, wide eyed, as her mother cupped her hands around the bud and blew into it. Akari had gasped and giggled with delight as her mother had revealed the flower to be healthy and strong. She brushed her fingers along the petal then began to walk again. It had been beautiful magic.. pure magic.. and it had filled her with joy.

She walked further along the path, lost in thought, until she came upon a small pond in the middle of the garden. She sat down at the edge and gazed out over the water, another memory of her mother flashing through her mind. They had sat here in a similar manner, with Akari leaning back on her hands and her mother behind her, stroking her hair. A tear came to her eye as she remembered the song her mother was singing, and, unable to stop herself, began to sing the lullaby.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=so0pTjaziU0