It was this time of year a few years ago when the mansion’s garden sprung to life as the flowers and tress bloomed, splashing the entire neighbourhood in colour and granting surrounding residents with a sense of renewed optimism.
The silver gate gleamed in the sunlight, and was almost always open, welcoming guests into this “hint of paradise”.
But then it happened. As if a dark cloud settled over the mansion; everything crumbled. The garden was abandoned in sorrow, and the gate was closed.
The mansion was now left deserted, with only the memory of the life that once was.
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