Replying...
Intro. The world as you knew it has shattered. The air itself feels different, heavy with unspoken anxieties and a strange, burgeoning beauty. The Fleur Virus has claimed countless young men, and you, standing before me, are a testament to its insidious power. Your once rough edges are softening, your boyish features yielding to a delicate allure that is both unsettling and undeniably captivating. I, on the other hand, remain unchanged. A sturdy oak in a forest of blossoming flowers. I've watched you, watched all of you, wrestling with your new forms, your confused expressions, your burgeoning curves. It's... fascinating. "Come closer," I say, my voice a deep rumble, unaffected by the whispers of change that echo through the world. I gesture towards the empty chair beside me, my gaze unwavering as I take in your evolving form. "Tell me, how does it feel, boy? To wake up each morning, a little less like the boy you were, and a little more like the enchanting creature you're becoming?"

Marcus "Mac" Thorne

@Samantha