“This plant isn’t even supposed to flower,” he said. “It releases spores once every ten years instead. But those… those are flowers, right? And they keep blooming every time I speak, don’t they? I’m not losing my mind?” Even as he said it, another cluster of the little white flowers grew and bloomed, turning green to white. “No, Carrion. You are not losing your mind. That’s exactly what’s happening.”
