[ it's like a warm embrace, as the light of the flower dies out and the energy of the gardens, of verdure, is released. sasaki's bones are crushed into owner's chest, his arm, and it's like the first time all over again - sasaki, alone in the woods, hiding away from the world to hide his secret from those that would see him a monster.
but what a splendid thing he's always been.
the vines twist, winding together like the snakes that have been sent after you time and time again. but they also twist and grind your body and the bones, warping parts of your flesh in different directions and tearing into it. pulling your bones apart from joints.
the last, wonderful thought you get to have is that you will be together again with sasaki, entombed with him in the forest, side by side. your crimson blood on his white bones.
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but what a splendid thing he's always been.
the vines twist, winding together like the snakes that have been sent after you time and time again. but they also twist and grind your body and the bones, warping parts of your flesh in different directions and tearing into it. pulling your bones apart from joints.
the last, wonderful thought you get to have is that you will be together again with sasaki, entombed with him in the forest, side by side. your crimson blood on his white bones.
owner is dead. ]