[ passing by the withered remains of the vines he'd planned and failed to use against her, it looks like any other spot. but she knows what it is. so does angel devil.
...but there's something different about this place beyond just the miasmic Mist. the Mist hisses to your ear of death, but there are lots... of different kinds of flowers, here, now. not just roses.
examining them... it seems all these different flowers, with tens of different meanings between them, grow in concentric circles coming out from the point of 'impact.'
but that spot is completely bare. waiting, maybe. or cursed. ]
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Date: 2024-04-14 06:58 am (UTC)...but there's something different about this place beyond just the miasmic Mist.
the Mist hisses to your ear of death,
but there are lots... of different kinds of flowers, here, now. not just roses.
examining them...
it seems all these different flowers, with tens of different meanings between them, grow in concentric circles coming out from the point of 'impact.'
but that spot is completely bare. waiting, maybe. or cursed. ]