Amidst ethereal flora, Death guided the bewildered girl through his garden. She awoke, disoriented beneath unfamiliar constellations, as roots curled like galaxies around her. Each step unveiled the mesmerising dance of life: birth, blossoming, death, and rebirth.

Though grief burdened her heart, Death's garden whispered solace. In due time, they reached a unique spot—the garden's darkest area. There, a special flower flourished, bearing the shape of a crescent moon. Death, gazing at the girl, softly murmured, 'This is your flower; your grief has nurtured its bloom. I have tended to it, nourishing it with your cherished memories. It is now time for you to take it home.'

With these words, the girl became aware of her presence and the profound loss she had endured. Yet, this time, she comprehended that healing was the path forward. She gratefully thanked Death, and though her sorrow lingered, she found the strength to return, feeling that it was alright to do so.