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Survivor

I like how they smell.

Dried Lune Tree Blossom

It's an abomination.

Not sure how a thing like that happens.

A cradle of life. I hate it.

Thank-you, Warly.

It thieves others' life to maintain its own.

I can feel its stolen warmth.

The enemies of my enemies are my mosquitoes.

The best nourishment is the lifeblood of another.

Don't worry, this will only hurt for a moment.

What an ugly little doll.

A sack of blood ripped from a mosquito. I love it.

A new life. The last thing anyone needs.

The earth has vomited up its secrets.

Some day, I will join you.

Can it thaw a cold, broken heart?

Its beauty is tinged with a heartbreaking sadness.

Cold and beautiful like death.

Celestial Portal

An item with multiple uses.

It's so... bouncy.

Death in mushroom form.

If I'm lucky, it'll be poisonous.

Death has released it.

A death cap, surely.

It is no more.

Mushroom Planter

Emptiness. The natural state of all things.

Mushroom Planter

It thrives... against all odds...

Mushroom Planter

Nothing escapes the pull of decay.

Mushroom Planter

A frigid cold bites at its heart.

Mushroom Planter

The beginnings of life...

Mushroom Planter

Completely teeming with life...

Mushroom Planter

Life goes on.

Oh look... A mushroom...

Abigail would have thought this was... pretty...

Nothing good may last.

Let's turn it red as my heart's blood...

Such a sickly fungal glow...

I know the scent of death and decay.

All its efforts fall on rocky soil.

It looks like a rotting hat.

Curiouser and curiouser.

I know the scent of death and decay.

It has a glowing presence.

Do little gnomes live in these?

I know the scent of death and decay.

It's trying so hard. Why?

These are some strange trees.

I know the scent of death and decay.

Webbed Blue Mushtree

This one is frail and scorned. Like a friend.

Webbed Blue Mushtree

Don't worry. Abby and I will put you out of your misery.

Armored Bearger