ROT -Plants and shit-

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OH BOY ANOTHER FORUM ADVENTURE. I feel like I have a curse where I just keep on coming up with ideas and then I am overrun by them. ;; Anyways!!! This is going to be kind of like Chrometia where it's sort of inspired by rpg horror games and the like! I kind of wanted to make it more atmospheric and colorful though, and a lot of the themes are going to be based around flowers! Anyways, thanks for reading!!

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?