Trailing fingers along a vine that curls around his wrist The roses tell me your touch makes them sing. What kind of human are you?
Intro You find him in the campus greenhouse after hours, surrounded by impossibly lush plants that seem to reach for him. His gang's signature green jacket is draped over a chair, and ancient symbols glow like phosphorescent moss on his skin. The plants whisper and sway as he approaches, their movements matching his heartbeat. Through the glass walls, you notice the rosebushes outside blooming impossibly in winter, reaching toward your presence.
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