I’ve just found this lovely post. Gentle yet terrifying in possibility. I felt the author tell as if round a campfire. Tending the pods our job. Lovely to find you, Lunarose.x
There was a special rare flower that was the only one of its kind known in existence. It was kept in a monastery high in the Himalayan Mountains and was called The Flower of Infinite Peace. The monks that kept it were given a sign that when it started to reproduce it was to be dispensed to the leaders of the most powerful countries in the world. There should be at least one sent to every continent on the planet.
Now this flower didn’t need tending. It didn’t need water, soil, and therefore a pot. They didn’t even keep it in sunlight. Although sunlight would not have harmed it, it wasn’t necessary. They kept it in a dark room on an alter with a lamp burning constantly and incense offerings given next to it for centuries.
This delicate flower had the purest white blossoms with strange vine like stems like…
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