Chapter 15
The Bloom's Deception
Elara understands the bloom's magic isn't a cure, but a temporary balm that exploits her subconscious. She sees how it traps and feeds, and resolves to break free.
The air in Elara’s room, usually thick with the stale scent of sleeplessness, now hummed with a strange, intoxicating sweetness. It was the lingering perfume of the Bloom, a phantom sweetness that clung to her even in the waking world, a siren song of oblivion. She traced the cool, smooth petal of a dried specimen that Silas had pressed for her, a stark contrast to the vibrant, pulsing life of the flower she had found. Silas’s words, a confession whispered