the center of the city, I found that there were no people. There were no cars on the streets and it smelled like fresh flowers everywhere. I continued walking and following this heavenly scent similar to the orchid of earlier. I was now in a different section of the town. I learned that I had first come through the residential area and was now coming to the botanical conservatory. There was a new scent in the air, I could smell rotting flesh, I became more cautious. I was now walking on very blue and soft grass. It led me up to a large iron gate which was acting as a trellis for enormous white climbing roses. At the foot of the gate were two very massive men dressed in loose togas of a white silky woven fabric. It occurred to me that the fabric was composed from a silky seed coat like !
             you would find in a milk weed pod. At this time I found the source of the stench I mentioned earlier. Beside these men were a pile of rotting people, it was obvious that they were survivors of the very plane that I had been aboard. I felt trapped and ideas ran through my head. Would I suffer the same fait? Among the dead were the various members of my family. Upset I was but not shocked and I advanced toward these guards who had very intimidating looks on their f
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