powerful.
Silence, it is powerful.
My friend walks. She walked along the water's edge, moving along the shoreline because there was no way for us to cross its width. Her bare feet slid across the soft sand beneath her feet.
Behind us, towards the east, the wildfires of the arid landscape are still visible, the smoke growing thicker as the hungry flames spread, consuming the world we left behind.
-It'll be fine.
After a while, the soil there will become fertile and full of satiating ash. Many things will thrive, thanks to the bounty provided by those that have perished in the fire.
We are not among them. Here we are, here is silence.
The water is still, it does not move.
The wind was still, it didn't crawl, it didn't blow, it didn't shake her hair.
There is no living thing in the world, no birds, no animals, no movement except ourselves.
The only sounds I could hear were the soft sand squeezing between her toes and the rustling of my own leaves as I adjusted myself to always face the east sun, which was often obscured by a rising cloud of Obscured by smoke.
This is quite troublesome.
-[sunflower]-
you bathe in the sun
+1 exp
Experience value: 11/240 EXP(Birch): 32/35
But the silence of the world is powerful.
I never thought it would be so quiet.
Wow.
Life is a wealth.
weird.
We stood on the shore where we had been standing for some time.
What lies before us is a house, a house that is not burned, but broken. It looked like it had been broken not by the force of claws, but by the ravages of time.
Next to the house is a long wooden thing. It reminds me of a flower petal.
"A ship..." my friend muttered under his breath.
I think I was wrong again.
She couldn't be a bird because I already knew she couldn't be a butterfly. My friend can't fly. If she could, we wouldn't be walking around in big bodies of water.
We approached the "ship" and she knelt down to inspect it.
"We can use this to cross the river," she explained, looking back at me.
She talks a lot lately. I want to know why?
In a sense, it breaks the silence of the world, and I find it troubling for her to do that. But at the same time, I also like people talking to me.
-A puzzle.
She put her feet into the sand and dug in with good posture.
I teach well.
Now she pushed the boat into the water and it slid along the smooth sand and floated there.
"Looks good," she said, holding it for a moment before pulling it back to shore. My friend, not a sunflower, not a fish, not a mushroom, not a tree, not an insect, not a butterfly, not a fox, or not a bird, looked up at me. "What do you think we should do?" she asked.
How unusual.
I've never been asked a question, right?
She looked toward the water.
"If we take a boat, we might be able to get across and save a lot of time," she explained, turning her head toward the shoreline. "Or we could go a long way and walk, but..."
Her eyes turned to the smoke.
I could feel what she was thinking, and it was true.
The coastline is very long. The air is quiet. There is nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape. There were no bushes, no caves, no crevices, no logs for us to hide in.
If the non-birds come, and they will, they will probably find us.
That would be most unfortunate.
-Although I am indifferent to death, I have become accustomed to not thinking alone.
However, water is not soil. Water is water.
I am a sunflower.
I am not a splash. I think we've discussed this before.
But what else can I do?
I turned my head to the west, looking toward the place where the sun sleeps, and toward the distant place on the other side of the river.
My friend looked at me too, and we turned our eyes away from the sun and toward what awaited us at an unusual moment. It's best not to ask this question again.
She filled the boat with earth.
Not much, because it, the boat, is like a petal floating on the water of a pond, a gentle, delicate thing.
But it was enough for me to sit in it. For me, being able to stretch my roots is enough.
She was devastated when she took me out of her. My roots broke free of her flesh with a loud popping sound.
-We were both unhappy.
She pressed against the boat and pushed us from the shore into the water.
I didn't mind the rocking of the boat as she climbed in and shook off her wet feet and legs. But I guess after being in her backpack for so long, I'm used to it.
Goodbye, Eastern World.
We now set out to cross the great river.
I wish the West could be just as amazing.
The familiar roar and growl came from the land behind us and I knew we had made the right choice.
The boat was moving and my friend staggered as something sharp impaled her in front of her.
(Birch) was hit by (Goblin Scout)'s [Arrow Barrage]. 13} damage!
Application status: (bleeding {1}), (small poison)
Name HP Soul
Birch : 06/19** : 17/17
Sunflower : 15/15 : 11/11
(Monster) : 09/09 : 06/06
(Monster Scouts) : 14/14 : 09/09
(Monster) : 08/08 : 06/06
(Monster Shaman) : 16/16 : 24/24
(Monster Pathfinder) : 14/14 : 09/09
(Monster) : 09/09 : 06/06
oh.
-Really unfortunate.
The boat drifted away, further from the shoreline. The non-birds ran towards the water, and something sharper flew towards us.
Very magical.
The flying thing looks like the sting of a large bee.
I never knew bees could grow so big? I never knew bees and non-birds were symbiotic.
My friend was lying in the boat with several venomous stingers piercing her body.
-so unlucky.
There she lay, filling the ship and the soil with her blood, her hands wrapped in thorns that pierced her heaving breast.
(Bu
ch) Take {2} damage from (bleeding {1}), (little poison)
HP: 04/19 Soul: 17/17
what can you do?
this is life.
I raised my head and looked at her indifferently. I looked at the birds indifferently. They stood angrily on the coastline, unable to chase us. I looked at the smoke on the horizon indifferently. My sight rose towards the sun.
I spread the petals and leaves and enjoyed the warmth.
What a wonderful experience.
life is Beautiful.
I've changed my mind.
Life could be better.
As night fell and the sun left us, my friend continued to make the strangest noises.
I thought she was dead.
However, it seems I was wrong.
My friend wasted a lot of water and air. She filled the ship with her blood and the night with her howl at the moon.
This is so inconsiderate of her.
Now I think about it, from the way she howled, from the way her throat longed for the sky, from the way her mouth was full of teeth, maybe she was a wolf?
This makes sense to me.
My wolf friend ripped the long stinger from her body. I imagine that must have been unpleasant.
Then she filled the wound with soil. good idea.
-Her blood will nourish me
She is such a considerate friend and takes care of me at a time like this.
As an act of reciprocity, I chose to share my candy with her again. The sun is not out, but I have my own reserves.
--precious.
Although, I do hope she calms down soon.
It is difficult to predict the arrival of the new sun, with all her wild noises.
More of my roots penetrated the dirt on the boat and entered her through the dirt-filled piercing in her chest.
Rest, friend. keep quiet. Let's watch the sun together tomorrow.
It will be good.
My roots went down her throat.
It's quiet here.
Silence returned.
My friend lay still, her breasts swaying with the rocking of the boat as we drifted leisurely out into the world.
The thing about bee stings is that they usually have venom. It squirmed inside her like so many writhing worms, eating at the sediment inside her.
It wouldn't be ideal if she died here. I'm stuck on the boat forever.
It seemed I had no choice but to wait and let my roots wriggle against her soft skin, nourishing her with my precious sugar.
Mycelium from the soil floated inside her body. Often, this is most unfortunate for her.
But mushrooms are also my friends, and they care about her health, too. So we're working together to remove the toxins from her body and preserve her blood in her own bag.
Life is indeed magical. Alone, there is so much to see and do. But for others, there's more to see and do. Things you could never see and do alone.
So I'm going to float around for a while, nourishing my friends with the mushrooms in my soil.
We do this so she can continue.
I turned my head to the west.
Unfortunately, I think I'm already into it.
I would love to see heaven.
I bet it's bright.
