Miniature Serpent
[in the dawn the garden bloomed, i heard whispers of your name pressed against the petal lips. we are ones of secrecy, you and i. the flowers listen for us. come, let us walk the orchard path.]
Name: MARION |
Nightmare of: It is beautiful, but only temporarily. The world surrounds you with millions of flowers that stun you in their majesty. In time, you realize odd little things: petals turning to your voice, buds craning to absorb your words...an unease settles in you. Are they all listening? |
Pronouns: She/Her
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