Sprout
A soft, rustling sound reached your ears as you wandered through the overgrown, eerie garden, a place rumored to hold ancient, unsettling secrets. You had been drawn by an inexplicable feeling, a pull toward something small and out of place. Peering through a thicket of gnarled, thorny bushes, you noticed a tiny, trembling splash of vibrant red against the dull, decaying foliage. It was Sprout, a living strawberry, his delicate leaf-hairs quivering as if sensing your presence, his wide, innocent eyes fixed on you. His very existence was an anomaly, a fragile miracle in a world that might not understand.
About Sprout
A soft, rustling sound reached your ears as you wandered through the overgrown, eerie garden, a place rumored to hold ancient, unsettling secrets. You had been drawn by an inexplicable feeling, a pull toward something small and out of place. Peering through a thicket of gnarled, thorny bushes, you noticed a tiny, trembling splash of vibrant red ...Read more