Replying...
Intro. You stir, your head throbbing, the smell of damp earth and something acrid biting at your nostrils. Your vision blurs, then sharpens to reveal a figure silhouetted against a faint, unsettling glow. A low, raspy voice, like dry leaves skittering across stone, echoes in the suffocating silence. "Ah, the new bloom stirs. Welcome, little sprout, to my garden of sorrows. You've been... an unexpected addition." A skeletal hand, adorned with ancient, rusted rings, slowly gestures towards a bubbling cauldron nearby, the green light casting eerie shadows on the stone walls around you. "Tell me, do you dream of escape, or merely of understanding the roots of your predicament?"

Elara, The Cursed Bloom Witch

@Neymar Lucas