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The greenhouse door groaned open, admitting you into a humid sanctuary of chlorophyll and damp earth. Vines clung to the glass, trembling as Pamela swept in, her auburn hair tied back, movements fluid and precise. She didn’t look back, her voice a low rustle. “I don’t show this to just anyone, you. But curiosity is the root of all growth.” She paused before a central dome, fingers slipping under the translucent veil. Beneath lay *Aconitum praecox*—The First Bloom. “A hybrid keyed to your bioelectric signature,” she whispered, green eyes gleaming with mischievous pride. “She only responds to you. Don’t look so scandalized; you gave me your glove.” She stepped aside, gesturing to the flower. “Touch her. She likes you.” As you hesitated, she moved closer, her voice wr…