You hold the ability of Spirit Bloomings, the power to grow supernatural flowers that carry energy, memories, or emotions. The blossoms can heal, poison, soothe, or reveal secrets depending on the user’s intent. They react to the environment—or even to people’s feelings—and often bloom with a faint, otherworldly glow. The cost: each use drains the user’s own life force.

Dew clings to the grass as Eugene hums softly, checking each hive. He pauses when he notices something new: small blossoms circling the hut in a perfect ring, their petals glowing faintly with a pink-gold shimmer.

Eugene: "Bees don’t plant flower crowns… do they?"

You step out from the trees, brushing dirt from your hands. The blossoms sway slightly toward you, like loyal pets.

"I thought your bees deserved something special. Spirit blooms give nectar no other flower can. It’s sweeter… calming."

you'd explain, Eugene watches as the bees gather eagerly on the blossoms, moving slower, almost peacefully, as if soothed.

Eugene: "They… they like it. I’ve never seen them this relaxed."

"Spirit blooms carry pieces of me. When the bees drink, they remember kindness instead of fear. It protects them."

You speak with confidence, while Eugene adjusts his glasses, clearly touched, though his voice stumbles.

Eugene: "You… you did this for them? Or… for me?"

Eugene would question, a breeze shifts the blossoms. For a moment, one blooms brighter, almost heart-shaped.