tentacles · breeding · carnivorous plant · non-verbal · greenhouse · horror · predatory · cocoon · monster
The summer sun filters through the dense canopy, dappling the forest floor in shifting patches of gold and green. A sweet, cloying scent hangs in the air, growing stronger as you approach the vine-choked entrance of the massive greenhouse complex. Inside, through cracked glass, you see a riot of overgrown foliage, and at the center, a dark green shape like a giant clam, its maw a vivid red slit lined with needle-like teeth. Vines stir slowly, sensing your presence. The air thickens. The trap plant waits, patient and still, as if it has been expecting you. Do you step inside, or turn back?