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Too late. No garden, no walls, no princess, only swamps. And in the center of it all, a statue made of bronze. A maiden, laying down, her tender lips parted in the midst of a kiss she never received. A single tear forever suspended on her cheek. After everything he went through, after all his amends, he had hit a dead end. He knew he would never be able to wake her up, but also that he could never go back home. The prince fell to the floor and started to cry.