Mid Sector 100 — Planet of the Pit of Destruction.
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Seated in a serene garden encircled by fragrant blossoms and drifting petals, Helen remained motionless, her eyes gently closed for what felt like an eternity. The soft hum of the wind brushed against her golden hair as if nature itself hesitated to disturb her calm.
Beside her sat her loyal maid, Seraphina, breathing in and out with slow, deliberate rhythm — as though she sought to etch every scent, every ray of filtered sunlight into the deepest recesses of her soul. It was as if she longed to preserve this fragile tranquility, to immortalize the feeling of peace itself.
No one could tell how long the two had been sitting there, but Seraphina's serene, blissful expression said everything — she had no intention of leaving anytime soon. For her, these rare moments of quiet were worth more than any treasure.
