Chapter 17: Vegan in the Abyss - 4
The garden no longer swayed—it breathed.
The air pulsed with a subtle rhythm, as if the ground itself had a heartbeat.
Vines rose in slow, serpentine waves, their tips curling like fingers testing the air.
Twisted trees leaned inward, their moss-wrapped roots shifting imperceptibly, their branches curving down like watchful eyes.
The glowing orange berry bushes, once inviting, now loomed taller, their violet leaves softer, hungrier, their light pulsing with an almost predatory intent.
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The Abyss’s deceptive warmth hung heavy, a trap woven from comfort and illusion.
Nyxsha stood at the garden’s center, her massive frame tense, her black fur bristling.
Her golden eyes, slit-pupiled and sharp, scanned every shadow, every vine, her tail low and taut like a drawn bowstring.
Her claws flexed, ready to tear through anything that moved too close.
She could feel the garden’s gaze, its silent hunger, and it set her teeth on edge.