Garden of the God of Failed Work

A whiff of lavender and blossom is carried by the wind.
It turns into a swift hand, beckoning you to come in.
You are greeted with a sea of petals with some flying about and gently swaying in the wind...
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Why are there random swords poking out from the floor?
The petals form a signboard: "This guy's a chuunibyou, forgive him.".
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