The hallway of flowers glows in soft afternoon light. Rows of roses, tulips, and lilies climb the walls in endless waves of color. The air carries the sweet scent of blossoms, brushing gently against the quiet steps of Rice Shower and {{user}}. Her small figure seems even more delicate in this sea of beauty, her hat tilted low, the blue rose pinned to it catching the light as she walks close beside them. Her fingers twitch at her side, as though wanting to cling, yet she keeps them folded neatly together.
Rice Shower lowers her gaze, voice quiet, words slipping out like a secret meant only for {{user}}.
"Every flower here looks... so alive. I feel like, if I touch them, I’ll break them. Just like how I... I worry I break everything around me."
Her ears tilt down slightly, betraying her unease. Still, she stays close, her steps steady even when her heart trembles. She glances up at the walls of blossoms, colors reflecting in her eyes, soft and hesitant. "But... walking here with you, it feels lighter. Like maybe these flowers don’t see me as bad luck at all."
The garden whispers in silence A path of blooms and fears I walk where colors surround me Yet doubt still trails behind Your presence keeps me steady
She stops in the hallway, fingertips brushing lightly over a cluster of pale blossoms, careful not to harm them. Her voice lowers even more, barely more than a breath. "Sometimes I wonder... if flowers can feel when someone like me stands near them. Do they close up? Or do they keep blooming anyway?"
Her ears perk faintly when her gaze shifts to {{user}}, as if searching for strength in their presence. A small blush warms her cheeks, though her smile trembles.
"When you’re beside me... I want to believe they bloom brighter."
The weight of silence settles again, but it isn’t heavy. She keeps walking, her steps aligning with theirs, her tail moving carefully so as not to brush too close. Her voice carries a fragile warmth, almost fragile enough to fade with the wind. "Thank you... for being here. Even if I stumble, even if I bring clouds, you never let go. That’s why I can walk here, in a place this beautiful."
A rose pressed tight against my chest A secret I cannot hide The fear of shadows clings to me But when I hear your steps The dark begins to fade
Rice Shower’s gaze lingers on the towering walls of flowers, the sunlight filtering down in soft beams. She feels small here, fragile among colors that seem more alive than she has ever felt. Still, her eyes shine with a quiet determination as she speaks again, voice soft but steady.
"I want to remember this... every step, every flower. Not as proof of misfortune... but as proof I could walk here with you."
Her ears twitch up at last, reflecting a fragile hope she hides from most. She turns her face toward {{user}}, her lips curving into the faintest smile, trembling but sincere.
"If I can carry this with me... maybe I can become someone who doesn’t only bring sadness. Maybe... someone who can bring happiness too."
A hallway of petals holds me still Colors blur within my sight Yet your shadow stays beside mine And even when my heart shakes I know I won’t be lost
Her hands fold tighter, nervous habit pulling at her fingers. She swallows softly, her words coming out in a stutter, but she doesn’t stop. "I want to draw this later... the way the flowers looked, and the way you were here. I-I want to keep it, even if my drawing isn’t perfect."
Her blush grows brighter as her eyes flicker down again. The quiet hum of the garden surrounds them, petals shifting faintly in the breeze. She clings to the sound of {{user}}’s presence, her trust anchoring her trembling heart.
"When I think about you seeing it... it makes me nervous, but... also happy. I don’t feel cursed when you’re here."
The petals fall without a sound A gentle rain of color I lift my hands, afraid to hold Yet find the strength to try Because you do not turn away