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A small cottage lingers within a haze of color and light. The garden seems to bloom beyond its edges, as if growing into the air itself. Gold drifts through the green canopy, softening everything it touches. Petals in rose and violet shimmer like fragments of a fading afternoon. The house feels suspended between presence and memory. Pathways dissolve into blossoms, and the world grows quiet around it.