I have been to vast grasslands, I have been to vast coasts. I've been to the depths of the forest just as I've been to the dark caves.
Now, I'm on the ocean. This is a place that one day I can say, I have been to.
That's not something many sunflowers can boast.
-Although, I don't like to boast.
The boat rocked, slowly drifting as we were pushed along by the gentle current and west wind.
To our left, there is water. To our right, there is water. There is water below us and probably water above us.
-At least when it rains.
But for now, it's sunny, warm, and dry, at least as far as the sky is concerned.
The rest is water.
this is life.
Everything is water. I am water, and my roots, petals, and stems are soaked with water. She, my wolf friend, is water, and her flesh and blood are thick.
Water is truly magical.
Wow.
We floated the next day.
Water is indeed important.
This is incredible.
My friend was motionless, but his chest was heaving. Though it's impossible to tell whether the rise and fall came from her whistling breath or from my roots burrowing and nesting in her core.
-She is very warm.
My wolf friend is a good friend.
Her flesh keeps my roots warm above the water on cold nights, and in turn, I use my precious sugar to keep her alive.
true friendship.
What a blessing. What a wonderful experience for Himawari.
While I'm grateful that she's quiet again, I do miss the feeling of her walking. I really miss that strange thing she said to me every day. I'm used to seeing and hearing new things.
But here, everything is blue.
I looked around.
Everything is quiet.
At least the sun is out. So I'm at peace.
It's very peaceful.
very good.
-[sunflower]-
you bathe in the sun
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Experience value: 24/240 EXP(Birch): 35/35
Level!
Congratulations, Birch! You are now level {3}!
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ch] -
Health-Poi
ts: 21/21↗ Soul-Poi
ts: 19/19↗
Level: 3 ↗ Experience: 0/55
Class: None Subclass: None
Race: Human Opel: 000
-[statistics]-
STR: 04 Agility: 09
Wisconsin: 05 INT: 05
Lu: 09 ↗ Value list: 03
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You have no classes. When choosing a class, you can choose a +1 bonus ability.
oh.
How unusual.
I didn't know my friend had her own text. It looks the same as mine, just with a few odd scratches here and there. word.
I think that would make her happy to see. She always likes to look at mine.
-Maybe I should wake her up from her slumber?
I thought she would like to see it and then we could watch the sun together again. That's great.
The word "forest" disappeared, leaving me alone.
oh. Missed opportunities.
Then I'll just have to wait until next time.
My roots slid deep inside her body and touched behind her eyes. Turn our heads towards the sun. We bask in its radiance. However, she is still sleeping. I opened her eyelids.
Imagine being able to see the sun even while resting. What must it have been like for her?
- A life like no other.
I'm a good friend.
The sun is out again.
With it comes a new day. A day like yesterday, a day like the day before yesterday.
Each of these days brings pure sunshine and warmth.
They bring peace.
We live in peace.
On the water, there are no claw-like things. No bird wants to eat my seed, no animal wants to eat her flesh. The two of us just floated quietly, basking in the most generous sunlight.
Maybe this is already heaven?
--No.
I wanted to feel the soil again, fresh soil. I wanted to be held again so I could see new things, feel new things, and hear new things.
New things are good.
The impression of the water is beyond imagination. I never knew there was so much water.
But neither my friends nor I belong here. Water is no place for sunflowers or wolves.
-[sunflower]-
you bathe in the sun
+1 exp
Experience value: 32/240 EXP(Birch): 08/55
but…
I remember those days back when she loved playing in the creek. Maybe she couldn't be a wolf? It seems unusual for a wolf to stay in the water for so long with no purpose other than bathing and playing, or?
-Maybe I'm wrong again?
But, again, I had no idea what she was.
Maybe it doesn't matter?
I am Sunflower and she is my friend. Maybe that's all there is to it.
Her wounds took several days to heal. Her muscles twitched, her muscle fibers protesting as my roots slid along their bumps, just beneath her skin, closed and red from the nourishing kiss of the sun above us.
To keep her body intact, to keep her skin closed, I had to find other ways to enter her flesh. My root crawled out of her nose and out of her mouth.
- and other similar things.
This is most unpleasant.
But what are friends for?
I think I'll wake her up soon.
Since she's not a wolf, I don't think she's going to howl anymore.
I hope so.
What she did was loud and disrespectful.
it's time.
Today after yesterday, the sun is still shining brightly.
Her skin is closed. Her flesh is enclosed. The venom of the large stinger has been degraded and processed by my mushroom friends, who have found a cozy nesting spot in her warm body.
Sliding and sliding, my roots slowly split open and broke free, and I emerged from her flesh. Her body was now self-sustaining and my promise came true.
The whooshing of her airway stopped as the tunnel of my roots, lodged in her throat, stretched and pulled itself out. The root slid down her face as the growth hit behind her eye and pulled out of her nose. The root slid down her leg, just as the root that had dug into her belly button had moved away by itself, sinking into the soil of the ship, which was full of old dirt and filled with rotting and coagulated blood.
Good morning my friend.
sunny.
The water is blue.
Today is going to be a good day.
Let's watch it together, shall we?
Birch's eyes flew open and she sat up straight, rising to her feet to face the new day with a series of coughs and gasps. The boat is rocking.
slow.
-You must be very slow.
Her hands were caressing herself feverishly and she had something gooey in her mouth. Her body was thoroughly cleared of decay, cleared of soil, and cleared of those unfortunate bits of fungus that weren't properly attached to her cavities and hollow spaces.
This is a very unfortunate sight.
I turned my face towards the sun to give my friend some dignity.
-[sunflower]-
you bathe in the sun
+1 exp
Experience value: 38/240
Regardless, I have a deep understanding of the sanctity of personal boundaries.
I dangled my roots above the water and shook off an indistinguishable mass of biological matter that I had accidentally removed from her body.
The sun is brighter than ever. Maybe it was also nice for my friend to witness it all again?
I unfolded the leaf and gazed at its wholesome light, listening to the sickening physical sounds of Birch, and the purification of my inner being continued. It sounds wet.
Nature is indeed beautiful.
My roots, needing something new to support themselves through, the fertile soil.
I am a healthy sunflower, both physically and mentally.
I think this is undeniable.
Another day passed.
My friend seemed to be recovering from his long sleep. Her body has healed, although she complains of pain. She is also recovering mentally.
——See? There’s nothing that sunlight can’t fix.
She sat there, staring at the square in her lap, at the book covered in soft earth that had been in her backpack with me for some time before we got on board.
I don't know why she found this book so fascinating. To me, it's like anywhere else in the world.
But maybe I’m belittling the greatness of this strange thing?
This seems to be my nature. I am a very judgmental person and I am here to learn.
I turned to the sun, my friend sat across from me, and together we floated in a most unclean vessel, but one rich in microscopic creatures. They thrive in filth and moisture. They flourish on my stems, on my roots, on my leaves, on my petals, on her skin, on her feet, on her face.
"Hey..." said a voice next to me.
ah.
I missed the sound of it, if that doesn't sound weird to me.
I turned around and looked at my friend. She had taken her eyes off the book and looked in my direction. "...Thank you." She only said one sentence, and then looked away.
I turned indifferently to face the sun.
"I'm Birch," were the last words she said before she fell back into the comfortable silence we all knew.
-name?
How quaint.
Hello, Birch.
I don't have a name. That would be most unusual.
After all, I am a sunflower.
My friend Birch and I rode a breeze toward the distant horizon, getting closer and closer to heaven, wherever it may be.
Two days later we reached the far coast, on the west side of the big water, which was nice.
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