I'm not my past.

The actions of the past few days are irrelevant for the actions I may take in the future. I used to be a sunflower, and there is no need to define that I will be a sunflower in the future.

- It's too poetic.

This rule applies to sunflowers. But how does this apply to the Birch family?

I'm afraid I can't say.

The strangest part, however, was that I found myself overwhelmed.

This is unusual for a sunflower.

Birch headed straight for the city, through the huge rocks that surrounded the perimeter of the city like the walls of the houses, and now we stood in the middle of the population, and surprisingly, we paid no attention to them.

Wow. There are hundreds, if not thousands, of them.

- The latter is more likely.

As night fell, Birch wandered through the buzzing maze for a while, while the rest of the people wandering the path began to dwindle, and one by one they hid in different houses.

I never knew a group of creatures could grow this big.

It's magical.

There were hundreds of houses around us, tightly packed together like stones. Glows of various colors emanate from the cave opening, and as we walk, the road and ourselves are bathed in warm, inviting colors.

Birch doesn't talk to anyone, and no one talks to us.

She doesn't play a scavenger or a frightened rabbit like she usually does.

We just swaggered over as if we belonged here, and oddly enough, no one seemed to be mad at us for doing so.

I couldn't understand what the animals were saying, I couldn't understand the sounds their tongues were making. I guess Birch can say the same for her, because she looks around with eyes that are lost like puppies, which is the most unfortunate of any other circumstance.

- The confusion in which they emit clear signals may identify prey.

As night fell, we walked around the city.

It was cold.

Birch didn't notice the tall female following us.

Oh.

It's a new day.

-[Sunflower]-

You are bathed in the sun

+ 1 exp

XP: 182/310 EXP: 31/240

I find the city very charming.

Nobody cared about me, and I'm grateful for that.

- I'm a shy sunflower after all.

Birch was also largely ignored, except for the creature that had approached her. It was the tall guy who secretly stalked us last night. Her skin color is similar to Birch's. Her hair has a similar hue. Her eyes have a similar color, and her language is similar.

"—that's a long way from here," said the creature after Birch briefly answered her last question about our origins.

Birch nodded proudly, but didn't say much. Good. She's learned. Silence is a powerful tool.

"Are you hungry?" The stranger asked.

She was several heads taller than Birch, and was already at the peak of her adulthood, with fabric wrapped in her hair. "Come on! She said. "Very few people can talk to me. Come and eat with us tonight, girl. ”

Birch looked at the stranger, and I could feel the muscles in her throat moving, and she was almost ready to speak. But her lips were closed tightly to calm the growl of her greedy stomach.

Birch shook her head, and left, she had already decided to leave. She learned to be careful. My friend is smart, especially for the Wasps.

- But I don't quite understand what we're looking for in this city?

"There were others," said the voice behind us.

Birch paused, and finally turned his head.

This creature can talk. "If you guys separate, there's a chance someone knows something."

Birch stared at the creature that had promised so many times for a moment, and I felt like we were starting to move in the other direction, back to her.

- "Separation"?

Interesting.

I didn't know that Birch was a member of a society.

I always thought that my friend, like me, was just a lonely individual.

Is that why we look for paradise? Looking for those who got lost on the road?

Yes.

I wonder, when we get there, will that bee that courted me be there too? What about the bird that eats my seeds?

- Maybe not.

But maybe I was stolen from the seeds in heaven?

What a wonderful thought, a place where everything is warm, from the light of the sun every day that passes now and past, to the radiance of every being that once briefly made us feel dear.

What a wonderful world. I hope we can get out of here and get there as soon as possible. I'd love to see it for myself.

Birch followed behind the tall man and made many promises to her, foolishly believing her words, the community suggestions she made, and her friendly demeanor.

The male, who brought us many promises, could easily have twice her size, grabbed Birch by the shoulders and began to tear her appearance and hair.

My friend immediately bit his big muscular arm with sharp teeth.

(Birch) a little (???) 03 Damaged!

Application Status: (Bleeding {1})

Name HP Soul

Birch : 23/23 : 11/21

Sunflower : 17/17 : 13/13

(???) : 60/64＊ : 22/22

He howled, desperately trying to break free, red blood dripping onto the floor. The male's fist, almost as big as her head, struck Birch in the face, knocking her and me flying.

(???) Hit (Bu.)

ch) 06 damaged!

Application Status: (Confused)

Name HP Soul

Birch : 13/19* : 21/21

Sunflower : 17/17 : 13/13

(???) : 60/64 : 22/22

Yes.

If that's flying, then I'll leave it to the birds. I don't like it.

- It's confusing.

We landed by the wall, and several other young women from the Birch neighborhood, bound by metal due to their familiar appearances. The tall male walked up to us, chattering in a language I didn't understand. He shook his injured arm and rubbed the red spots left by her teeth.

Sounds stressful. The room was filled with crying. I don't like to cry.

It's a waste of water and it's stressful.

Birch tried to stand up and raise her hand to use some of her magic, but she seemed a little disoriented.

The males are coming towards us. This hopeful creature, which drew my friend here, stood at the back of the room and watched it all unfold. He grabbed Birch by the throat and grabbed her airways with one hand, just as she herself had done to the gray old man on our side.

- Please don't kill my friend.

I would find this a bit of a hassle.

(Sunflower) use: (heavy pollen)

Yellow dust flew through the room, and everyone stopped.

Application Status: (Sleep) to (???) (???) (???) (???) (???) (???) (???)

Application Status: (Apathy) (???) (???) (???)

The huge, violent aggressor fell to the ground, like many promised creatures, like most of the people around us who were bound to the wall.

There is pressure. Why is life always the way it is?

Birch, unaffected by my magic because of her resistance, gasped and clutched her bruised throat with her hand as if it wasn't working. She struggled with herself and then managed to relearn the art of breathing.

It seems that this is a trap.

- But not a lie.

After all, the man who made so many promises told us that some of Birch's kind would indeed be here, and lo and behold, they were.

Birch cried for a while, and I rubbed her beating heart with my roots, hoping that this would dispel her sadness, which I didn't quite understand. After all, it's promised, isn't it?

Also, if she cries too much, her blood will become sticky and I won't be able to drink it.

My friend bent down and tore open the sleeping male's large mouth and held it down with his hand as if to suffocate it.

(Birch) uses: (small pulse)

From top to bottom, his body rippled. His leg thudded. Blood came out of his mouth. I heard something crack.

(Birch) uses: (small pulse)

His body trembled again, and Birch pulled her hand back.

All his teeth were broken, a dozen of them, and his mouth was bleeding. I guess I'd better have a drink. But it would be rude for me to do so.

After all, this is my friend's hunt and kill, not mine.

I'm going to leave her the spoils of her victory until we have a new sunshine.

- Hopefully soon.

My wasp friend Birch was mesmerized by her animal spirit, and she pressed her fingers to his eyes and dug through her dirty, forest-dirt-stained nails until nothing was left in his eye sockets but a bunch of strange, red stuff.

Grimness.

I never knew my friend had such violent tendencies. I guess that's the nature of a wasp. They're cruel little things, aren't they?

- She took a knife from the room and began to cut the soft tendons behind his knees and inside his elbows.

Maybe it's her way of releasing stress, though? After all, it's a long journey, isn't it? I understand that one needs an outlet for frustration. Maybe we'd better sit in the sun for a few hours, wouldn't we?

Then she got up and walked over to the man who had made many promises, and he collapsed to the ground and fell asleep against the wall.

My friend cut her bark with a knife, as if her own bark had been destroyed, and put me on the floor. She gently pulled me out of her backpack, caressed me tenderly and lovingly, and placed me on the bare collarbone of this hopeful creature.

Oh, thank you.

I am fortunate to have such a generous friend.

(Sunflower) use: (Bloodmeal)

My roots were deep in her heart, and slowly, I began to sip deeply on the rich, dark nectar.

Birch, meanwhile, returned to the others, the captives of her kind, untying them, only to leave them lying there weakly, naked, sleeping against the wall. Their fate is now their own problem.

When the last one falls to the ground, the short sleep begins to wane. I have awoken up to all the promises that I have drunk.

I turned my head to look into her eyes, which slowly widened. She opened her mouth to scream, but couldn't speak.

Oddly enough, I watched as I crawled out of her throat one by one. She tried to reach for it, trying to get it off, but she had lost too much blood; She was weak.

Hush~

Don't worry.

You kept your promise to my friend, and for that, I am grateful.

As a sign of reciprocity, I'll let you quiet until my friend returns.

- She is violent. She's a wasp, you know? Let me come before she lays eggs in your belly. That would be terrible. I do think none of us want to see that happen.

My roots dug out of her throat and climbed up her face and through the space under her eyes, which rolled down in an attempt to follow them.

I burrowed into the soft lump in her skull.

She's dead.

(Bloodmeal)

Thirst: Quenched Minerals: Supplemented

+ 32 experiments

Experience Points: 214/320

You are welcome

I'm an overly sympathetic sunflower.

Birch took some metal objects from the man that I couldn't see, wiped his eyes, gently grabbed me, and carried me back into my backpack.

We leave like Maleficent leaves everyone else entirely.

Eight frightened fellow citizens looked at the gurgling, bubbling thing beneath their feet and tried to howl. But it couldn't do that because it had blood in its throat and its teeth were bitten off. It can't see, it can't bite, and because Birch cut its soft tendons with a knife, it can neither fight nor run. It just lay there, cooing, wailing.

- Like a feverish beast, eight men pounced on him, tore at his flesh, bit off his fingers, stepped on his elbows, scratched and bitten, and howled.

Yes.

Isn't nature beautiful? How do they instinctively know which part to attack? It must be driven by animal nature. Instinct.

It's magical.

-[Sunflower]-

You are bathed in the sun

+ 1 exp

Experience Points: 215/310 EXP (Birch): 32/240

Birch washed himself in the water of the city. She was left with a lot of red on her body and skin.

No one seemed to really mind her doing that. We are invisible here to all who are not like her. Her bark was torn and destroyed in violence, and she tied it together with knotted and trembling hands. The metal in her backpack jingled and embedded in my roots, and Birch stopped in front of a house and stared at its large window. What is on display there is the strangest thing.

- Biology. They have silhouettes of herself and those of her kind, but they appear to be made entirely of wood.

Birch grabbed the metal disc he had taken from the big buck and headed for the strange place.

I'll never be able to understand someone like her.

My friend traded her metal for a new layer of bark, and I found this new sight very unusual.

I'm used to the way Birch looks now, and now she looks different.

Well.

-[Sunflower]-

You are bathed in the sun

+ 1 exp

EXP: 216/310 EXP: 33/240

Well, no. I'm judging again.

The way my friend wore this bark was as beautiful and ugly as she had been wearing that bark before. I guess for the Wasp, she's pretty normal.

We sat on the grass in a forgotten corner of the inner city, staring at the sky, collectively silent, thousands of voices around us ringing out like a swarm of excited bees.

Reptiles often molt, don't they?

Does her kind molt regularly? Their cries?

Apparently. But she can't be a wasp, or is it?

Wasps do not molt.

Maybe this is the beginning of their adulthood? My friend is like a snake that has grown too big to grow any more old skin, she has shed her old form and put on a new form.

Yes. Wow. Does that mean she's growing? It's magical.

Life seems to us to be forever getting better and better. What a wonderful world. My dearest friend is indeed a very interesting creature.

Birch screamed again, and she clutched her legs tightly and curled up together like a snake.

Of course. Now everything is together.

She's a snake.

What a fool I am. Yes, I had this assumption before, but then gave up. But this new evidence is convincing, isn't it?

The sun is shining brilliantly, painting us the most harmonious sunset, kissing us goodbye and welcoming a new day.

- Yes. True.

Birch's body trembled, because I didn't quite understand why she was trembling. Maybe she doesn't like being an adult?

I think I understand that sentiment.

Life is better now than ever, and we are in a youthful age full of energy and spirit. From here, everything is going downhill. My seed isn't quite ready yet, so I guess she's a bit older than me.

Or do snakes just age differently than sunflowers?

Well.

In spite of. At least tomorrow the sun will come out.

What a pleasant thought.

I'm a sunflower.