Authentic torpidly the stockade spent, moonlight lit the room.A forest appeared, all-around the place she lay in.Her bed became a bower of plant life, vines, calorific fragrant herbs.Organize came fairies and nymphs, priestesses of the Considerable Blood relation,... they came and carried her to the side to extra place,the garden of resurrection and renaissance. Now she rests for a bit, tended by the priestesses as she dreams,all her memoirs of joy, all also earlier.The nymphs brings plant life to lay upon her as she rests.Now and after that, what she wakes, they outlet her a concoct of blessed herbs, preparing her for the adjoining part of her pester.
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Wait well and be changed Ruth, your overjoy begins!