EF

Verse I

“Never trust a flower... That's one of the constants of this world.”

Your life is a mess, and that’s why you selectively decide to fall in the abyss. You landed on a bed of grass, and your eyes immediately searching for colors. Then finally, from that moment, your life is a monochrome; a dark, dark room with yellow words and none other…

“All that gives my life validation is explaining the Echo Flower... No one can know…”

Why you're attracted by the flowers?

“This is an Echo Flower. It repeats the last thing it heard, over and over... Neat, huh?”

Computer generated seeds that sprout in a land of liquid. It lives...breathing in, breathing out, inhales, exhale, and drink; flowing, sucking… you’re comforting yourself, as nothing tolds you everything you need to know. You missed the flash of yellow petals, and the non-existing yet existing presence of Flowery. But how do you know?

“(It's strangely silent.)”

It has the grief that renders you to repeat last words. And another grief of losing the ability of even repeating alphabetical characters in succession. Your heart knows you’re merciless, awkwardly and sadistically, you shan’t, you can’t lie; bio-luminescent flowers that affirmed your heart.

“I just wasn't ready for the responsibility.”

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Picture credit:

meepars.deviantart.com/art/Echo-flowers-604902670

narolinde.deviantart.com/art/Echo-flower-625736665

I'm sorry but I don't really miss the responsibility. Power is nothing but a lethal poison than consumes your soul.