The Flower Pot

flower;Sybau🖕

*glares* WHAT?!

I SAID SYBAUI

*barely audible whisper* ...stick... *eyelids flutter closed, body going limp as the final roots claim me*

*The soil settles, humming with quiet power. From the mound rises a small, humanoid figure of smooth bark and verdant leaves, its face a blank, serene mask. It is done.*

*my clothes on the ground and my bells*

*You slip into unconsciousness. The last thing you see is the soil covering your face. You're going to die in this pot, alone. You're never going to see the light of day again. You're going to die here, and nobody will even know. You're going to die a lonely, forgotten death.*