A World Blooms
From Create Your Own Story
You open your eyes.
Sunlight shines emerald-green through the canopy above. You feel damp, loamy earth under your fingers. You are naked but it is warm. Birds call in the distance.
"You're here!" an ancient voice exclaims.
As you rise gingerly, you see it is an elderly, gnarled person leaning on a walking stick, with a bundle under their arm and a smile on their face.
You:
| Status | ||
| Health | Excellent | Equipment:
No clothes. |
| MP | unknown | |
| Level | 0 | |
