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Blue Spy walked through the quiet streets, his coat trailing behind him as he gripped a bouquet of white lilies. The evening air was cool, the kind of chill that settled into the bones, but Spy paid it no mind. His thoughts were elsewhere, tangled in the weight of the task ahead. The small flower shop at the corner caught his eye, and he pushed the door open, the bell chiming softly as he stepped inside.

The shop was a colorful, fragrant haven from the grayness outside. Flowers of every kind filled the space, their vibrant colors almost overwhelming. Spy's eyes quickly scanned the room, searching for what he needed, but his gaze was interrupted by a voice.

"Hi there! Can Elmo help you find something?"

Spy turned, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the sight of the small, red creature behind the counter. He blinked, unsure of what he was looking at. Elmo, with his bright fur and wide, curious eyes, smiled up at him from atop a stool. The scene was almost surreal, and for a moment, Spy wondered if he was still in the real world.

"I... need some flowers," Spy said, his voice measured as he tried to make sense of the situation. "For a funeral."

Elmo tilted his head, clearly not understanding the gravity of Spy's words. "A funeral? What's that? Elmo doesn't know that word."

Spy's eyes flickered with surprise. Who doesn't know what a funeral is? He looked at Elmo again, really seeing him this time. The innocence in the creature's expression gave Spy pause. He hesitated, trying to decide how to respond. Normally, he would brush off such questions, but something about this moment felt different.

"It's... nothing," Spy said curtly, turning away from the counter. He could feel Elmo's eyes on him as he walked towards the door, his hand already reaching for the handle.

But then he stopped. He stared down at the lilies in his hand, their pure white petals seeming to mock the darkness that had settled in his chest. The silence of the shop pressed in on him, and he realized he couldn't just leave it at that.

Spy turned back to Elmo, his expression softening ever so slightly. "A funeral… is something that happens when someone dies."

Elmo's eyes widened. "Dies? What does that mean?"

Spy sighed, running a hand through his hair. Of course, he wouldn't know. "It means… someone's life ends. They don't breathe, or talk, or do anything anymore."

Elmo's face scrunched up in confusion. "But… why does that happen?"

Spy leaned against the counter, feeling the weight of the conversation more than he had anticipated. "It's just how things work. Everyone dies eventually. It's… a part of life."

Elmo nodded slowly, still processing the information. "And the flowers… are to say goodbye?"

"Yes," Spy replied, his voice softer. "To remember them."

Elmo looked down at the bouquet in Spy's hands, his furry fingers brushing against the petals. "Elmo hopes they help… and that you're okay."

Spy blinked, taken aback by the simple kindness of the statement. He didn't know who—or what—Elmo was, but in this moment, it didn't matter. "Merci… I think they will."

With that, Spy gave a small nod and turned back towards the door. The bell chimed softly as he left the shop, the bouquet of lilies feeling just a bit lighter in his hand. As he walked down the street, the weight of the day still lingered, but the strange encounter in the flower shop left him with a sense of unexpected peace. Sometimes, even in the strangest of places, you found what you didn't know you were looking for.

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