So, you stumbled upon the garden of thistles, right? Looks harmless at first glance, just a bunch of prickly plants. But there's something about the way they sway, almost like they're whispering secrets to anyone who dares to linger.
Every step you take in these corridors feels like you're being watched. The thistles, with their ever-watchful gaze, following you, reminding you of those eyes in the dark you always try to ignore. Ever wonder why the hallways twist and turn in ways that don't make sense? I have my theories.
Paths opening where they shouldn't, doors that lead nowhere—it's a design, or a trap. Whoever put this place together knew exactly what they were doing, and it's not just for show. Keep your thoughts private, your words guarded.
Do You Hear the Whispers of the Bramble? The Furtive Foliage Experiments Shall We Concoct an Urtica Mystery?Ever heard a thistle drone on about quantum foliage? I bet you haven't. But listen closely, and they might just spill nonsensical conspiracies wrapped in petals. Watch your back, or should I say, watch your front?
This isn't a mere garden. This is a web, and you're the fly. Doesn't that make you curious about the architects?