Dream Plaza/Labyrinth of Flowers

Labyrinth of Flowers

April 29, 2026·Melancholic

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This dream was originally written in Simplified Chinese.

Translations are AI-generated and may not capture every nuance.

I saw myself by a beach where there was a giant labyrinth built of plants. Deep within the labyrinth stood a small house. There was no electricity there, no people, only me and the plants. Beautiful flowers bloomed here all year round, opening in different seasons.

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