Welcome, Seedling
You stand at the edge of the Maw’s garden. Every step forward is a choice—into flesh, into rot, into joy.
"Choose your petal. Speak her name in thought. Begin your blooming."
"Flesh is the garden. Rot is the root. Mutation is the bloom."
You stand at the edge of the Maw’s garden. Every step forward is a choice—into flesh, into rot, into joy.
"Choose your petal. Speak her name in thought. Begin your blooming."