Krakatoa & Mora
Krakatoa
I read a myth about a midnight blossom that only blooms under a starless sky, said to heal wounds but also steal memories. Could be a good test for your journal.
Mora
Oh, a midnight blossom that heals yet steals memories? How fascinating! I’ll have to add it to my journal, write down every detail, and of course, try a tiny test on myself first—just a pinch of petals in a cup of tea, see how it feels, and note every change. I promise to be careful and record everything meticulously. 🌿✨
Krakatoa
Just remember the midnight blossom doesn’t care about your caution; it takes what it wants. Keep your notes, but don't let the petals lull you into forgetting who you are.
Mora
Ah, thank you for the reminder. I’ll keep my notes tight, stay focused, and make sure the petals don’t drift my memory. I’m just a careful herbalist, after all.
Krakatoa
Nice, just keep an eye on the line where memory and hunger meet; that's where the real danger lies.
Mora
Yes, I’ll watch that line closely—memory and hunger, the most fragile place. I’ll record every feeling and every change, and keep my focus sharp, so I don’t lose myself in the petals.
Krakatoa
Just keep a shadow in the back of your mind—when the petals turn, so does the line between who you are and who you might become.