A soul who escaped the natural course of life for a stupid wish with some divine help.

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With a white box and the ability to move in the physical plane even once its original body stopped working, the soul soon began to look for a way to open it with only few clues.

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The development of a first "Garden" began shortly after, with a single flower that couldn't even plant its roots.

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Time becomes diffuse when you work on something beyond the world in which you always grew up and lived.

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Regardless of the sacrifices made, the box should be opened. Only then the soul could fulfill its wish and reach the true heaven.

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Or at least that is what a [God] made the soul believe centuries ago...