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Once upon a time there was an old garden. It was very dark and moist, making you look over your shoulder constantly, but feeling intrigued by the smell of adventure. Being in there you could only see until the next tree, densly wrapped in lianes, emitting sweet smells. Strange sounds were all over the place, making you set your feet very carefully: what would you find behind that next gate of twigs? The question was never: how do I get out? the question was: how do I go in. Since living in this garden made you come across yourself eventually.