Feed on despair and bloom with amazing beauty.
When people go through thorns to get it, it just sticks tiny stingers into the skin of those who don't know whether it is good or bad, so that the toxin spreads with the blood and finally falls in front of flowers and becomes nutrients. This is a cold corpse.
However, even so, there are still countless people scrambling to die for it.
It is precisely because it is swaying in the breeze that it is the most gentle and deadly temptation.
-Introduction
( 1)
I was born in a dark valley, wearing the color given by the night, breathing under huge rocks, taking root in barren soil, occasionally seeing a ray of light from the cracks in the rocks and drawing a little water from the lost darkness.
During that time, I never thought about what I was, whether I was a flower or grass or just a touch of green. All I know is that I have to live.
To this end, I have to keep swallowing everything I can absorb.
The bodies of fragile creatures are still the same kind of bodies. My roots have never told me their taste, and I don't want to know.
(2)
That day, he pushed the stone away and saw me.
In the weak wind, I felt the dazzling sunshine and his breath, and some poor leaves on the green stem trembled.
"This is a beautiful plant. I said, grass, I'll take it home and plant it. My sister will like you. " He said, "My sister likes flowers and plants very much."
Take it back? Where are you taking me?
My roots extend thousands of miles in the dark land. How can I be easily pushed around?
"You still don't want to take me away. I am destined to live here all my life. " I said.
"That's a pity." He said: "The soil here is very dry. Shall I water you? "
"That's not necessary. I can't absorb water for a long time. " I said, "Thank you anyway."
I don't know who he is and I don't want to know.
(3)
He left, and I went back to that lonely life.
I want to dig deep into the roots and explore some nourishing things that I can absorb.
Suddenly, as if I had been burned by something, I subconsciously shrank, only vaguely feeling that my roots had touched a highly toxic liquid.
But it doesn't matter. I can adapt quickly and learn from it.
My body is like the coffin of everything, and I let them sleep in decay.
(4)
He came to see me again and told me his story.
"My sister is very ill and no doctor can save her." He said, "In our village, everyone thinks she is a scourge."
"It's a pity." I said painfully.
That liquid still makes me uncomfortable, even though it can make me grow faster.
"My sister said that she might die soon." He said, "I don't want her to go, but there's nothing I can do."
Perhaps this is a more uncomfortable thing, even worse than being burned by a highly toxic liquid. Actually, I don't know, but I vaguely think he is.
"How far is your village from here? If I come closer, maybe my roots can reach through and I can see you. " I said.
"It's not far, but it's a mile or two." He said, "This is the back hill of the village. But you look fragile. You'd better live here. "
Before leaving, he asked me again, "Do you need water?"
I thought about it and thought that his sister needed him more, so I said, "No, thanks."
(5)
I firmly believe that my roots have arrived and even surrounded his village.
Therefore, I can see him as long as I quietly explore the roots.
No, no, not there, not here. ...
In desperation, my roots were watered with a bucket of water, which was very cold. I couldn't help sticking out more roots and sucking up water.
This speed makes me a little scared and uneasy.
Well, there seems to be a fire over there, so I won't go to see it. You could have told me I couldn't go there.
(6)
This time he came with a sad face.
I secretly learned a lot of new words, and I don't think he will be bored talking to him this time.
"You come to accompany me again? I look a little unhappy today. " I was the first person to say hello to him.
"Yes, grass." He gave me a forced smile. "My sister died not long ago. The villagers said she deserved to die. She broke into my house and burned my sister's body. "
I was surprised and sad, but I couldn't think of anything to comfort him at the moment.
He sighed, looked at me with a wry smile, and asked, "Isn't it nice that you said I would settle here and open up wasteland every day and talk to you?"
"Nature is very good." I'm at a loss. Why does he want to live here?
We were silent for a long time and he said goodbye.
"So, you still don't need water?" He asked me as usual.
"No, it's better when you go back." I just answered him like this.
Even if I have learned so much, what I can use in the end is just a little pitiful.
(7)
On this day, I couldn't help sticking out my roots to see him. I found his home.
Everything looks beautiful under the blue sky.
But why did I see the raging fire?
My roots are retreating because of instinct, but I don't think I can retreat.
"You can't be silent this time." I said to myself.
At that moment, all my roots were restless, and I could feel the earth shaking. In the past, the hard soil trembled in the dense roots, and I seemed to see the frightened expressions of human beings.
In an instant, my consciousness woke up.
What am I doing? Why would I do that?
I don't know any of this, but I know I have to do it.
(8)
After the fire was put out, the whole village ceased to exist and was annihilated into ruins by the soil.
On the other hand, I invaded those lands crazily.
His half-burnt body was lying on the ground, gently lifted by all the roots, and I dusted him with black roots.
"Have you seen your sister?"
I asked him, but he didn't answer.
I looked around again, bodies and bodies, ruins and ruins, jumbled together, and then I saw my roots take those bodies for themselves.
I don't understand the meaning of all this, but I feel as if I have blossomed.
"Look, I have blossomed. I am no ordinary grass. "
On my corolla, there are 26 translucent white petals, as if you had looked at me, so pure and gentle.
My roots moved out of control again. I saw those bodies and dried black blood disappear little by little. I finally found out that I was swallowing them, but I don't care anymore.
I grew tiny thorns, I gave birth to deadly venom, and I changed from a grass that could not see the sun to a killing flower standing on the ruins.
"It turns out that I have such a powerful force." I smiled at him. "Early know so, I will go home with you. If you treat me like a medicine, you will definitely save your sister. "
(9)
I became a human figure with black eyes and snow-white hair. I tied a braid on the left, leaving only my figure on the ruins.
"Do you think I am beautiful?"
"I heard that it is no longer ordinary animals and plants that can be transformed into human form, but demons."
"I also heard that the demon is very powerful. Can I bring you and your sister back to life? "
"But who will teach me what to do?"
( 10)
The ruins of blooming flowers have finally become my home, and I have been guarding it as a flower demon for thousands of years.
I gave my flower a name, which means abandoned flowers all over the world.
I always feel something is missing after that. I feel special and deserve a proper name.
At first, I wanted to name myself Snow White, because my petals are as white as snow.
Finally, I chose to name it Black Blood.
There is a dead body hidden behind this name.
Originally published in LOFTER