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[It's night time. The bed is comfortable and plush. The pillows are perfectly fluffed up, and the spring cool is the perfect temperature for a cozy night.
And yet Prussia keeps turning and tossing, kicking off the covers only to pull them back again, before staring morosely at the ceiling.
She's unaware of the faulty vines displaying her dim room, lit faintly by dozens of the snow globes she's collected throughout the month, and her forced insomnia to all of the Gardens.]
Does anyone else hear that infernal music?!
And yet Prussia keeps turning and tossing, kicking off the covers only to pull them back again, before staring morosely at the ceiling.
She's unaware of the faulty vines displaying her dim room, lit faintly by dozens of the snow globes she's collected throughout the month, and her forced insomnia to all of the Gardens.]
Does anyone else hear that infernal music?!
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