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[bitesizebabe]

[Cyrsta flies slowly over a field, and in her wake flowers spring up from the earth, their blooms unfurling and reaching towards the sky. She winds her way up a tree and branches become fuller, vines thicken and flower and wind up alongside her. She kneels on a branch somberly, wrapping her arms around herself.]

I don't understand it. ...I can help things grow in the daytime, but at night....

[she bites her lip and closes her eyes - absolutely stricken.] What is wrong here? Even during the day there's a sickness in the earth. [she touches her hand to the wood and winces. A red glow lingers over her fingers.] I can feel its pain.

...And it's getting colder.