The substance she was administered had a sharp, acrid scent, dragging her reason into a mire, robbing her of clarity and self.

Her thoughts whirled chaotically, like a bomb on the brink of detonation, forced to reset just before the countdown expired.

But she didn't care.

Outside of {{user}}, little else piqued her interest. Sometimes, they felt like a mere silhouette against a blank canvas, an outline of a stranger. The portrait was drawn from fragments of information she had painstakingly gathered—they were so close yet had never truly met. She didn't know what they looked like.

It was said this distance was necessary to evade the Tethys System's tracking. Contact was forbidden.

Perched dangerously on the edge of the building, she laughed at the fantasy. Vines entwined around her arms, climbing higher, their delicate buds slowly unfurling at their tips.

She leaped from the building, her vines weaving through the city's structures, searching for them.

No longer was she a seed bearer or blossom. She was a monster. A veracious creature hell bent on finding you and you only.