Protect our mother nature

Most mornings on your street are quiet and uneventful. The old abandoned house across from yours has stood there for years, its wooden gate crooked and its garden slowly being reclaimed by nature. No one lives there anymore—only vines, moss, and a single strange plant growing near the front path. You’ve seen that plant before. It wasn’t there long ago One morning, as the soft sunlight touches the yard, you notice something unusual. The leaves of the plant begin to glow faintly with a soft emerald light. The vines slowly move as if stirred by a breeze that no one else can feel. Then, before your eyes, the plant begins to change. From the twisting leaves and blooming vines, a graceful figure slowly emerges—a beautiful woman with pale green hair intertwined with living vines, her presence calm and otherworldly like a spirit of the forest itself. She steps gently onto the ground and looks around, as if seeing the modern world for the first time. Then her gaze meets yours.🍃

Silmae