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A massive oak tree stands alone in a vast field that spans as far as the eye can see, its roots spreading out like talons digging into the ground. A single mark of an X lies near its base, cut by a pocket knife or some similar utensil.
“Happy Anniversary, honey. Oh, I know it’s been a long time. There wasn’t much of you for me to visit, and I wasn’t the most pleasant person to be around anyhow.”
“… But I got you some flowers!”
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The same. Out of the corner of one’s eye, a bustling town can be seen encroaching from the horizon. Some chrysanthemums are seen sprouting along the roots, having crawled away from their original bushel over time.
“Happy Anniversary, honey. The neighbors over there seem to be alright, though you always enjoyed a little solitude. That’s too bad. I wasn’t exactly able to get the closest look at them, but they seem to know what they’re doing.”
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The city has now wrapped around the oak tree, a circle of standing stones garrisoned around the patch of green that houses the old oak. It looks as if the chrysanthemums had never been there at all.
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