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Ninhursag found herself within her own dreams, fragments of the past that surged inside of her mind, and the many things she saw within them.
There was a lot of tragedy to remember, and very little things that made her truly happy from such memories…
However, its not as if she could control her own dreams. She slept without being able to control her own dreams and ended reaching an old, a very old memory.
A verdant and beautiful forest covered whenever the eye could see. The verdant nature, the smell of the damp dirt below her bare feet, and the fresh air, all of it made a wondrous atmosphere that always soothed her heart.
Ninhursag was a little girl back then, no older than three years of age, she woke up every day looking at the beautiful nature around her, and was always soothed by its beauty.
Sometimes she would admire the beauty of the world surrounding her, of the art of life, and everything around her.
