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- Once, Baldur seemed like a rather small town to me. Compared to my homeland, it looks huge and oppressive. That's why I spent a lot of time in its surroundings at first. I discovered many beautiful places, - Veserod said, guiding Gerda along the path between the flower fields, and stroked the plants with his hand. - It's also quite nice here in winter. The whiteness stretching to the horizon reminds me of home. Although there is very little snow here. In summer - the vegetation is lush, and the scent of the plants is overwhelming, and in autumn - a calm orange and crimson carpet. It's strange that I never see family picnics or couples here... Why is that? Because Reynold and Ilva wake up later.
— Because people are stuck in work and other routines, that's why. — Gerda picked one of the flowers and used it to decorate her hair. — Now I'm one of the flowers in this meadow 😏