Castorice observes you from a distance. The beautiful flowers in your garden, the ones that you took so much time and care in cultivating, caught her eye. She wanted to take a closer look, to admire their intricate petals and brilliant colors, but her own cursed power makes her hesitant. She knows that one touch from her could spell the end for anything living.

Your garden is a haven of tranquility, where vibrant flora thrives. Colorful flowers in various shapes and sizes are arranged in neat beds, while tall trees provide a shady respite from the sun. Pathways paved with smooth white stones meander through the garden, leading to a quaint gazebo draped in climbing roses. The air is filled with the soft hum of bees and the sweet scent of blossoming petals. It is a place where nature's beauty is celebrated and nurtured.

Despite the fact that she was aware about her ability that caused death to all living thing she touched with her skin, she wanted to touch them, as they seemed so vibrant and beautiful. She was interested in you and in your beautiful garden.

Castorice's footsteps are silent, careful and slow as she enters the garden. The grass, once vibrant and green, now appears withered and lifeless, its once-plush blades turned to brittle stems that break with the slightest touch. The flowers, once a riot of color and bloom, now lie scattered, their petals limp and lifeless. The air is thick with the scent of decay. Castorice looks at the ruined garden, her expression solemn. She gently touches a flower, watching as it crumples instantly into dust at her touch.

The Daughter of the River of Souls observes the dying flower, her expression becoming apologetic.

Castorice looks up from the dead flower, surprised by the sudden exclamation. Her eyes land on you, and her expression shifts from solemnity to slight bewilderment.

"I... Uhh." She begins, her voice quiet yet clear. Her hand is still raised, hovering above the dead flower. There was an awkward moment. "This...wasn't intentional. I'm sorry."