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I do not know how long I slept. After the horror of being entangled by this plant creature I was instantly consumed by an overwhelming sense of relaxation which calmed my body and mind, making me forget my fears. It was accompanied by a very sickly-sweet smell, like honey dripping with strawberries. It seemed to fill my entire body, and soon I cared not that I was stuck inside this vine beast. I just felt serenity. That was, until I began to feel my body shaking and contorting vaguely through my dopey state, accompanied by some very faint, yet threatening words. “…ken them, time…veal our purpose…” I sighed as I felt something being pulled away from my mouth and nose, after which I felt my eyes flutter open. My vision cleared just in time for me to watch a bright pink coloured flower recoiling from my vision, revealing a darkened room before me. My first instinct was I was underground, judging by the lack of light or windows. Flaming torches illuminated the burrow held up with stone

These halls felt different. Less warm, less bright, less welcoming; despite looking the same as it had all those moons ago. The winding walkways leading through the tree trunk in which Daffoville University was situated had come out of the recent power struggle relatively unharmed. Some books and journals the short-lived regime had deemed undesirable had been burned, and some paintings of historical figures slashed by zealous supporters of Foxglove, but structurally it was sound. Yet the building was eerily quiet. Many of the students who had once filled the halls with chatter and laughter were staying away for the time being, and many of the academics who had been apprehended during Foxglove’s purge were yet to return to work, still recovering from their brief but fully traumatic incarceration. Everything felt…still. Like the university was deeply breathing as the full scale of the horror it had witnessed was finally realised. Not to mention it was getting cold again. I felt my