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Flowers of Heaven 2: BAD END=DEAD END + Taisho Roman Revolution + BARiTONES
There’s a quiet fluttering overhead; a papery rustle from around you; a nudge at your ankles.
Gathering around you all are strange creatures. Materializing around BARiTONES are shifting geometric patterns of red and black, which become owls with deep red eyes and a black-and-white zigzag pattern on their feathers. Another flock—of living origami animals of all kinds, each made from a unique square of colorful paper—gather around Taisho Roman Revolution. Then, clustering around BAD END=DEAD END are… bombs??? covered in spikes, with spiky little legs, vibrating and glowing as if on the verge of explosion.
None of the creatures speak, exactly, but they chitter and nudge at you like they're greeting old friends, and usher you towards a gap that's opened in the thick curtain of kudzu vines and onto a winding path beyond.
Once you cross through, the vines grow rapidly to cover the open space behind you, and the voices of your fellow idols fade from your ears. It seems as if you’re on your own, now.
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Here, the vines that surround your path have wine red leaves, sometimes wound through with barbed wire; it looks like someone's hung prayer strips along them, written in an indecipherable language.
The little creatures are carrying some things for you—the owls carry a wreath of Star of Bethlehem, wild rose, and alyssum flowers, the origami animals a wreath of vervain, aconite, and water lily, and the bombs a wreath of aconite, gorse, and hollyhock. As they approach you, the air shifts in a strange way, and suddenly they have one wreath between them—all those flowers woven together into one, which they offer to you. They also have for you a collection of sixteen different flowers, and a small lantern of blue flame.
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Gathering around you all are strange creatures. Materializing around BARiTONES are shifting geometric patterns of red and black, which become owls with deep red eyes and a black-and-white zigzag pattern on their feathers. Another flock—of living origami animals of all kinds, each made from a unique square of colorful paper—gather around Taisho Roman Revolution. Then, clustering around BAD END=DEAD END are… bombs??? covered in spikes, with spiky little legs, vibrating and glowing as if on the verge of explosion.
None of the creatures speak, exactly, but they chitter and nudge at you like they're greeting old friends, and usher you towards a gap that's opened in the thick curtain of kudzu vines and onto a winding path beyond.
Once you cross through, the vines grow rapidly to cover the open space behind you, and the voices of your fellow idols fade from your ears. It seems as if you’re on your own, now.
❀ ❀ ❀
Here, the vines that surround your path have wine red leaves, sometimes wound through with barbed wire; it looks like someone's hung prayer strips along them, written in an indecipherable language.
The little creatures are carrying some things for you—the owls carry a wreath of Star of Bethlehem, wild rose, and alyssum flowers, the origami animals a wreath of vervain, aconite, and water lily, and the bombs a wreath of aconite, gorse, and hollyhock. As they approach you, the air shifts in a strange way, and suddenly they have one wreath between them—all those flowers woven together into one, which they offer to you. They also have for you a collection of sixteen different flowers, and a small lantern of blue flame.
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You know we can't fucking burn Star of Bethlehem again, right. You think this place is full of people assigned Aconite??
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So that's what his second flower is?
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Me? You know, most people try to hide the fact that they have shit taste.
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