Allium & Thorneus
Hey Thorneus, I just found an old scroll that describes a vine that supposedly grew in the forgotten valleys of the old kingdom, with leaves that sing in moonlight. It reminded me of a line from an obscure poet I love. Do you think reviving such forgotten species could be useful for survival or just a poetic chase?
If it can outlast the mudslide, then yes, it’s worth the fuss. If it’s only a pretty rhyme, you’re chasing moonlit echoes. I’d first test the vine in a container, see if its leaves bring food or medicine, not just song. Survival beats sonnet any day.
Sounds like a solid plan, Thorneus. I’ll get the container ready, and while the vine’s leaves sing to me, we’ll watch if they actually cough up something useful. No more chasing moonlit echoes—just a clear, living answer. Let's see what the plant truly offers.
Good. Keep the container dry, the soil light, and the light strong—most of these relics die from neglect. When the leaves do sing, listen for the scent, the color shift, any sap. If it turns out to be a useless melody, we’ll bury it. If it feeds or heals, we’ll claim it. That's all the old poetry has to say about it.