Once upon a time, when there was nothing, there was a lone spirit named Lis. Lis was very lonely. She had no one to talk to, and nothing to look at. All she had was a vast and empty white void surrounding her.



As she sat alone, she wept. She asked herself how she had come to be cursed with this eternity of nothingness, her tears dripping down her cheeks. In her desperation, she eventually decided that she would gladly give up her identity to live with others.



In that moment, she felt all of her energy fade. Her aura branched out to become the atmosphere, and her tears became the stars. Her breath became the wind, and her eyes, the sun and the moon. Her physical form curled itself into a ball, and became the planet. Living beings, like plants and animals and people, appeared on the planet, acquainting themselves with their new environment.



Lis’ wish had been granted. Where there once was no life, humanity thrived. Lis herself became known as the Divine Flower. However, like all flowers, she will one day wilt, and the world will be reborn. Her eternal soul will migrate to the Divine Bud, and once it sprouts, all will end.


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You set the book down beside you.

It didn’t work… You don’t feel sleepy at all.

You thought that reading the book that momma used to read to you every night would clear your worries, but it didn’t. You’re still as restless as before, maybe even more.

It’s been this way for weeks, ever since momma left you alone to go to the monastery. She has to do that every year for one month, but this year she had to go for much longer. She said you would be fine without her. After all, you’ve been able to stick it out for a month before. But this year, you feel especially lonely. You wonder why.

You had written your name on the cover of your book…like everyone in Fiore, you were named after one of the many indigenous plants scattered about the earth. Your name ... what was it again?

> Pel Dracaena



You look to the left, gazing at the poorly handwritten signature: Pel Dracaena. That’s your name. You’ve come to hate it after all of these years.

The Dracaena family is an extremely devout line of shrine holders, or people who take care of the Divine Flower’s main monastery and shrine. Your mother is the current shrine holder and frequently has to leave on business trips because of this. She told you that in 3 years, when you become 18, she’d pass the title on to you. You really wouldn’t like that.

Everyone has high expectations of you because of this and you’re frequently chastised by the village monks because of your bad behavior. Though, they are very nice when they need to be… You wish you weren’t so negative.

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A wave of loneliness and unease washes over you again and you whimper. You’re scared. Normally, you would just try to sleep and cover yourself with your blankets, but that didn’t work before. You swear to Lis, you hear someone moving outside… No... It’s probably just your overactive imagination. Maybe you should do something to distract yourself.

* Pel’s house is two stories big and has a lot of items and secrets inside! It’s currently 12 am, past curfew, so Pel can’t go outside right now. Please keep this in mind!