estirose

Yeah, I'm writing fic from the POV of Kouta's tiny Helheim garden.

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It is not what it used to be. It’s vaguely aware that it was much bigger once, much stronger, much more aware. Right now, there’s only a tiny amount of itself plus two detached bits that belong to it. It wants to make more detached bits, but it’s not allowed to for some reason. The detached bit that guides it forbids it from creating the fruit needed to make more. It occasionally works against the bit because the bit, the Guider, is working against the best interests of the growth, and so it makes fruit that creates small bits.

The Guider destroys the small bits as soon as it finds them, much to the growth’s despair. The growth can’t help but obey the Guider most of the time because the Guider is supposed to be there to guide it. It wishes that the bit would listen to it and become in sync with it, understand what the bit is meant to do. The other detached bit is too far to influence, too far to help, too barricaded from it.

When the Guider comes to it, it wraps itself around the Guider invitingly. Bits are never born to the growth, but created by the fruit, and this one was converted into a Guider instead of a regular bit like it should have. But the growth knows it has time to change the Guider’s mind; the Guider is dependent on it just like any other bit and spends most of its time with the growth.

It is small now, the growth, but it will become bigger someday, make the world part of it like has always happened. The growth is patient, and someday it will become a forest again.