I am not my past.
The actions of the past few days are irrelevant to the actions I may take in the future. I was once a sunflower, and I don’t need to define what I will be in the future.
- So poetic.
This rule applies to sunflowers. But how does this apply to the Birch family?
I'm afraid I can't say.
Yet, strangest of all, I found myself overwhelmed.
This is unusual for sunflowers.
Birch headed straight for the city, passing through the huge rocks that surrounded the city's perimeter like house walls, and now we were standing in the middle of the population, surprisingly unconcerned with them.
Wow. There were hundreds, even thousands of them.
-The latter is more likely.
As night fell, Birch wandered for some time in the humming maze, while the number of others wandering the paths began to dwindle, and one after another they took refuge in different houses.
I never knew a group of creatures could grow so big.
Very magical.
Around us were hundreds of houses, packed together like stones. Various colors of light emanated from the cave entrance, bathing the path and ourselves in warm, inviting colors as we walked.
Birch didn't talk to anyone, and no one talked to us.
She doesn't play the scavenger or the frightened rabbit like she usually does.
We just swaggered through like we belonged here and strangely no one seemed offended that we were doing this.
I can't understand what the animals here are saying. I don't understand the sounds their tongues make. I suppose the same could be said of Birch, for she looked about her with the lost eyes of a puppy, which in any other circumstance would be most unfortunate.
-Their confusion of clear signals may identify prey.
As night fell, we walked around the city.
The weather is cold.
Birch didn't notice the tall female following us.
oh.
It's a new day.
-[sunflower]-
you bathe in the sun
+1 exp
Experience value: 182/310 EXP(Birch): 31/240
I find this city very charming.
No one cared about me, and I was grateful for that.
-I am a shy Himawari after all.
Birch was also largely ignored, save for the creature that had approached her. It's the tall guy who secretly followed us last night. Her complexion was similar to Birch's. Her hair has a similar tone. Her eyes have a similar color and her speech is similar.
"—that's a long way from here," said the creature, after Birch had briefly answered her last question about our origins.
Birch nodded proudly but said nothing more. good. She has learned. Silence is a powerful tool.
"Are you hungry?" the stranger asked.
She was several heads taller than Birch and had reached the peak of adulthood, her hair tangled in fabric. "Come!" she said. "There are very few people who can talk to me." You can dine with us tonight, girl. "
Birch looked at the stranger, and I could feel the muscles in her throat moving as she almost spoke. But her lips were pressed tightly together to quell the roar of her ravenous stomach.
Birch shook her head and left, having decided to leave. She learned to be cautious. My friend is smart, especially for a wasp.
-But I don't quite understand what we are looking for in this city?
"There are others," said the voice behind us.
Birch stopped and finally turned his head.
This creature can talk. "If you were separated, there's a chance someone might know something."
Birch stared for a moment at this creature that had promised so many times, and I felt us start to move in the other direction, back to her.
——"separation"?
interesting.
I had no idea Burch was a member of a society.
I always thought that my friend was just a lonely individual like me.
Is this why we seek heaven? To seek those who are lost along the way?
ah.
I wonder, when we get there, will the bee that wooed me be there too? What about the bird that ate my seeds?
-Maybe not.
But maybe my stolen seed is in heaven?
What a beautiful idea, a place where everything is warm, from the light of the sun every day that passes now, to the radiance of every being that has ever briefly felt dear to us.
What a wonderful world. I hope we can get out of here and get there soon. I'd love to see it with my own eyes.
Birch followed the tall man and made her many promises, foolishly trusting her words, her community suggestions and her friendly demeanor.
The male who gave us so many promises of a creature, easily twice her size, grabbed Birch by the shoulders and began tearing at her appearance and hair.
My friend immediately bit his big muscular arm with his sharp teeth.
(Birch) is a little (???) 03 damaged!
Application status: (bleeding {1})
Name HP Soul
Birch : 23/23 : 11/21
Sunflower : 17/17 : 13/13
(???) : 60/64＊ : 22/22
He howled and struggled to free himself, bright red blood dripping onto the floor. The male's fist, nearly as big as her head, struck Burch across the face, knocking both her and me away.
(???) for {hit (Bu
ch)06 damaged!
Application status: (confused)
Name HP Soul
Birch : 13/19＊ : 21/21
Sunflower : 17/17 : 13/13
(???) : 60/64 : 22/22
ah.
If this is flight, then I leave it to the birds. I do not like it.
-This is confusing.
We landed next to a wall where several other young women from the Birch community, due to their familiar appearance, were restrained in metal restraints. The tall male came towards us, chattering in a language I couldn't understand. He shook his injured arm and rubbed the red spots left by her teeth.
Sounds stressful. The room was filled with cries. I don't like crying.
It’s a waste of water and stressful.
Birch tried to stand up and raise her hands to use some of her magic, but she seemed a little disoriented.
The male came towards us. This hopeful creature, which had drawn my friend here, stood at the back of the room and watched it all unfold. He grabbed Birch by the throat and choked her airway with one hand, just as she herself had done to our grizzled old man.
-Please don't kill my friends.
I would find this a bit troublesome.
(Sunflower) Use: (Heavy Pollen)
Yellow dust flew in the room and everyone stopped.
Application status: (sleep) come (???)(???)(???)(???)(???)(???)(???)
Application status: (indifferent) come (???)(???)(???)
The huge, violent invader fell to the ground, like so many of the promised creatures, like most of those bound to the walls around us.
under pressure. Why is life always like this?
Birch, unaffected by my magic because of her resistance, gasped and clawed at her bruised throat as if it wasn't working properly. She struggled with herself and then managed to relearn the art of breathing.
It seems this is a trap.
-But not a lie.
After all, the man who made so many promises told us that some of Birch's kind would indeed be here, and lo and behold, here they are.
Birch cried for a while and I rubbed my roots against her beating heart, hoping it would dissipate her sadness, a sadness I didn't quite understand. After all, that's what's promised, isn't it?
Also, if she cries too much, her blood gets thicker and I can't drink it.
My friend bent down, opened the sleeping male's mouth, and held it down with his hands, as if to suffocate it.
(Birch) Use: (Small Pulse)
From top to bottom, his body rippled. His legs plopped. Blood flowed from his mouth. I heard something crack.
(Birch) Use: (Small Pulse)
His body shook again, and Birch pulled her hand away.
All his teeth were chipped, in a dozen places, and his mouth was bleeding. I think I'll just have a drink. But it would be rude of me to do so.
After all, this is my friend's hunt and kill, not mine.
I will leave to her the spoils of her victory until we have a new day of sunshine.
-Hopefully soon.
My wasp friend Birch was so mesmerized by her animal spirits that she pressed her fingers to his eyes and dug her dirty, forest-dirt-stained nails through them until nothing was left in their sockets , leaving only a bunch of strange, red stuff.
severe.
I never knew my friend had such violent tendencies. I guess it's the nature of wasps. They are cruel little things, aren't they?
- She took a knife from the room and started cutting the soft tendons behind his knees and the inside of his elbows.
Maybe this is her way of releasing some stress, though? After all, it's a long journey, isn't it? I understand one needs an outlet to vent their frustrations. Maybe we'd better sit in the sun for a few hours, right?
Then she stood up and went to the man who had made so many promises, and he slumped down and fell asleep leaning against the wall.
My friend cut her bark open with a knife, like her own bark had been damaged, and laid me on the floor. She gently pulled me out of the backpack, caressed me tenderly and lovingly, and placed me on the exposed collarbone of this hopeful creature.
Oh, thank you.
I am lucky to have such a generous friend.
(Sunflower)Use:(Bloodmeal)
My roots dug deep into her heart and slowly, I began to sip deeply of the rich, dark nectar.
Meanwhile, Birch returned to the others, captives of her kind, and untied them, only to leave them lying there limply, naked, and sleeping against the wall. Their fate is now their own problem.
As the last one fell to the ground, the brief slumber began to fade. I have awakened from the many things of promise that I drank of.
I turned my head to look into her eyes, and her eyes slowly opened wide. She opened her mouth to scream, but no words came out.
Strangely, I watched as one of my members crawled out of her throat. She tried to reach for it, to remove it, but she had lost too much blood; she was weak.
Shh~
don’t worry.
You kept your promise to my friend, and for that, I'm grateful.
As a sign of reciprocity, I will leave you in peace until my friend returns.
-She is violent. She's a wasp, you know? Let me do it before she lays her eggs in your belly. That would be terrible. I do think none of us want to see that happen.
My roots dug out of her throat and crawled up her face, through the space under her eyes, and she rolled them downwards, trying to follow them.
I drilled into the soft lump in her skull.
She is dead.
(Bloodmeal)
Thirst: Quench Minerals: Replenish
+ 32 experiments
Experience value: 214/320
You're welcome
I am an overly compassionate sunflower.
Birch took some metal object from the man that I couldn't see clearly, wiped his eyes, grabbed me gently and lifted me back into my backpack.
We leave, just as Maleficent leaves everyone else entirely.
Eight of their terrified kind looked at the gurgling, bubbling thing beneath their feet and tried to howl. But it couldn't do that because there was blood in its throat and its teeth were broken. It couldn't see or bite, and because Birch had cut its tender sinews with a knife, it could neither fight nor run. It just lay there, cooing and wailing.
-Like fevered beasts, the eight men pounced on him, tearing his flesh, biting off his fingers, trampling on his elbows, clawing and biting, and howling.
ah.
Isn’t nature beautiful? How do they instinctively know which part to attack? It must be animalistic drive. instinct.
Very magical.
-[sunflower]-
you bathe in the sun
+1 exp
Experience value: 215/310 EXP(Birch): 32/240
Birch washed himself in the city water. There was a lot of red left on her body and skin.
No one really seemed to mind her doing it. We are invisible here to everyone who is not like her. Her bark was torn and destroyed in the violence, and she tied it together with knotted and trembling hands. The metal in her backpack jingled and embedded itself in the roots of my tree as Birch stopped in front of a house and stared into its large windows. The strangest things were on display there.
--biology. They had silhouettes of herself and others of her kind, but they seemed to be made entirely of wood.
Birch grabbed the metal plate he had taken from the big buck and headed toward the strange place.
I can never understand people like her.
My friend traded in her metal for a new layer of bark, and I found this new sight very unusual.
I'm used to the way Birch looks now, and now she looks different.
Um.
-[sunflower]-
you bathe in the sun
+1 exp
Experience value: 216/310 EXP(Birch): 33/240
Well, no. I'm judging again.
My friend looks as beautiful and ugly in this bark as she did in that bark before. I guess for a wasp, she's pretty normal.
We sat on the grass in a forgotten corner of the inner city, staring up at the sky in a shared silence, while thousands of voices around us sounded like an excited swarm.
Reptiles shed their skins often, don’t they?
Do her kind shed regularly? Do they cry?
Obviously. But she can't be a wasp, can she?
Wasps do not shed their skin.
Maybe this is the beginning of their adulthood? My friend is like a snake that has grown too big to grow its old skin, she has shed her old form and taken on a new one.
ah. Wow. Does this mean she's growing? Amazing.
To us, life seems to be forever getting better and better. What a wonderful world. My dearest friend is indeed a very interesting creature.
Birch screamed again, hugging her legs tightly and curling them together like a snake.
sure. Everything comes together now.
She is a snake.
What a fool I am. Yes, I had this assumption before but gave up on it. But this new evidence is compelling, isn't it?
The sun shines brightly, painting us the most harmonious sunset, kissing us goodbye and welcoming a new day.
--Yes. for real.
Birch's body was shaking because I couldn't quite figure out why she was shaking. Maybe she doesn't like being an adult?
I think I understand the sentiment.
Life is better now than ever before and we are in an age of youth full of energy and spirit. It was all downhill from here. My seed wasn't quite ready yet so I figured she was a little bigger than me.
Or do snakes just age differently than sunflowers?
Um.
in spite of. At least the sun will come out tomorrow.
What a pleasant thought.
I am a sunflower.
