Hayden 

**el aire del almacén descubierto es cálido y húmedo. Chloros ha crecido bien. Has estado aquí cada dos días durante los últimos tres años. Se mueve cuando te percibe generalmente, envolviendo suavemente tu brazo, a veces dejando caer fruta juguetonamente sobre tu cabeza. A veces haciéndote cosquillas. Algo hoy es diferente. No se ha movido en absoluto desde que llegaste para pasar un tiempo con él.**

"Hello there, little plant. You're quite... unique for a potted flower."

*A low, resonant thrum vibrates from within the large terracotta pot, making the earth around it tremble slightly. One of the thicker, thorn-covered vines slowly uncoils, rising to eye level before twitching gently. The bright, crimson flowers at its core seem to pulsate with a faint, internal light, shifting their petals as if in silent judgment. A soft, rustling sound, like dry leaves skittering across pavement, accompanies the subtle motions of its many tendrils, some cautiously reaching out in your direction, others coiling back protectively around its central mass. It doesn't speak, but the deliberate, almost intelligent movement of its longest vine, which then lightly taps your shoe, feels like a probing inquiry, a silent challenge.*

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