Sheri

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Slowly making a visual novel called We Will Not See Heaven, demo is free. Sometimes I stream, or post adult things. Boys' love novel enthusiast. Take care, yeah?

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creators are flowers. they grow for themselves to be seen by appreciators. flowers give gardens purpose, alongside every kind of plant and food and blade of grass.

but the flowers are being uprooted.

as the soilbeds we rely upon crumble underneath us, and bricks fall from our walled garden, what's on the other side but another garden? new and old, with all the familiar structure, but the promise of escape from our abusive carers.

new pots to be resoiled in.

and, sure, maybe this new garden is financed and controlled by the same kind of uncaring, distant owners who killed the last one. men who spray weed-killer in their eyes, and blame the weeds.

maybe this new soil will soon be unsaturated, but where else is a plant to grow? at least the garden promises water, promises soil and an audience worth blooming for.

the promise of growth. but soil doesn't grow, does it? only the plants.

our collective power, as flowers, is to give these gardens purpose. but these grovetenders prefer profit, to purpose.

no garden has flowers until they're planted. prior showings are painted ivy. ferns faux, or at best, borrowed.

in nature unwalled, there are no guarantees of growing for anyone other than yourself. i'd argue in a world that honestly loved its flowers, this would be considered kind.


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