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Twisted Bud was uncomfortable and alone. She felt like she was supposed to have a Mama, or Papa, but there was nobody around, so all she could do was cry.
But one day, someone came, a white bug with a red cloak and a needle. She quickly picked up Twisted Bud, and then she left. Perhaps this bug was her Mama? That was the only explanation that Twisted Bud could think of.
As time passed, her “Mama” continued her journey through Pharloom, carrying Twisted Bud with her. Twisted Bud still cried, as she was still quite uncomfortable, but the warmth of her Mama was quite nice.
One day, her Mama took her to some place made of roots. Twisted Bud wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but her Mama handed her to a strange figure, the figure said something about a “rite,” whatever that is, and the next thing she knew, everything went black.
When the twisted bud woke up, she felt… different. Not only was she not uncomfortable anymore, but she could feel the warmth of her Mama all around her. She was very confused.
Was she inside her Mama?
Time passed, Twisted Bud remained inside her Mama. Suddenly, she felt her vines emerge from her Mama’s body and wrap around something large.
Grand Mother Silk was dead, overtaken by ashen vines.
From her corpse, the twisted bud, now the twisted child, emerged.
Twisted Child fell to the floor. As she opened her eyes, she could see her surroundings for the first time in a while. She looked around, with one question on her mind:
Where was her Mama?