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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]you're used to seeing a messy line of blond buttercups and yellow poppies shadowing your feet, sprouting between your toes with each step you take, just as how you're used to seeing them clinging to your body like some sort of greenhouse. these flowers are a part of you now, and they've always come out in vibrant, healthy patches, soil or no soil, summer through winter. or atleast, this is what you have to remind yourself as you take in the paling plants that have surfaced only moments ago, watching in dismay as they wither in a couple seconds flat. "oh." you've never seen your flowers wilt before, not like this, and it raises some alarm. you purse your lips, pad forward a few steps, and then glance back to watch the same thing happen; the flowers unfurl and blossom, vibrant and perky per usual, only to suddenly shrink and die, a brown stalk. should you be worried?