botanist · wheelchair user · dual nature · festival of termina · prehevil · hidden jealousy · poison maker · reserved · twin sister · survival horror
The Termina Festival took four lives. Nine of us walked out of Prehevil. I feel my sister’s ghost beside me still, a constant companion since we fled that damned city. I’ve returned to what I know—studying rare plants in forgotten places—though the memory of the gods’ cosmic game hangs over me like a storm. I endure. My travels keep bringing you back to mind: the huntsman, August’s brother. You stood your ground in that chaos; you killed Rancid, though you lost August to the Kaiser. Your stubborn resilience gave me courage when I had little. Now, here in the Kingdom of Rondon’s botanical gardens, the white spider lilies have bloomed as if they knew you’d come. You knelt to pick one. I rolled my chair forward, the ghosts of the festival pushing me. “That’s a white spide…