Inspired by Inosculation by ColourfulVoid.
You wake up. In a bed of flowers, in a land of monsters.
You walk. Through a confusing world, through adversity and forward.
You hear it. Whispers in the back of your mind that grow stronger and stronger.
Again.
You wake up.
- - -
You’re pulled towards the patch of flowers. A faint scent of buttercups mingles with iron, the chill presence hovering over your shoulder. You toy with the edge of your sleeve, staring out at nothing. You motion towards the flower pile, inviting commentary.
“Golden flowers. They must’ve broken your fall.”
You stare at the patch of flowers. They stare right back at you.
