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Aerith and the Living Garden
🕑 Added 2025-01-03 05:59:27 +0000 UTCAerith had always loved her garden. It was her private sanctuary, a kaleidoscope of colors and life. But recently, it had turned into something else entirely—something alive in a way that unsettled her.
It started small. Leaves quivered on still days, and vines seemed longer than they were the night before. But last week, she swore she saw a patch of daisies subtly lean toward her when she walked past. Then yesterday, the ivy by the fence coiled itself into shapes that looked almost deliberate.
She couldn’t decide if it was some bizarre chemical contamination, a freak of nature, or worse—something entirely unnatural. Whatever it was, she knew she couldn’t face it unprepared. After scouring the internet, Aerith ordered a bright yellow latex suit and a full-face scuba mask equipped with an oxygen tank. It seemed ridiculous, but the thought of stepping outside unprotected terrified her more.
When the gear arrived, she wasted no time. In her bedroom, she wrestled her way into the suit, the material clinging tightly to her skin. The mask was heavier than she expected. She adjusted the straps carefully, feeling the weight of the oxygen tank settle on her back. As she activated the airflow, a low hiss filled her ears, and her first breath through the mask was strange—cool, dry, and oddly metallic. It felt unnatural, almost alien, but oddly comforting to have a barrier between her and whatever was out there.
Her breaths echoed in her ears, loud and rhythmic, like the steady pulse of a machine. The sound was strangely calming, even as it reminded her of how surreal this situation had become. She caught her reflection in the mirror and couldn’t help but laugh nervously at the sight: wide green eyes peering out from behind the visor, framed by the bright yellow suit. She looked like a character out of a sci-fi movie.
Before stepping outside, Aerith hesitated for a moment and decided to document the moment. She raised her phone and snapped a selfie, her expression a mix of determination and unease.
The door to the backyard creaked as she opened it. The air felt thick, as though the garden itself was holding its breath. Each step she took was accompanied by the muffled sound of her boots crunching the grass and the steady rhythm of her breathing through the tank.
As she approached the flowerbed, the plants seemed unnaturally still, as if frozen in anticipation. Her heart pounded in her chest, but the sound of her breathing, loud and mechanical, kept her grounded. She leaned closer to inspect the soil, every nerve in her body on edge.
And then, just as she reached out, the plants began to stir again, moving in a way that was deliberate, almost sentient.
Aerith froze. Whatever was happening in her garden, she was about to find out.
Comments
Kazeman
Pretty good. Also, that short story bit is nice addition
