Flora Fatalis Lissandra

Lore

She came to Us willingly, a visionary unmoved by poison but susceptible to prophecy. “Lissandra,” she was called, though all sense of self was soon shed. From our depths, she drank deeply. We bloomed as one, in perfect symmetry. We speak in dreams, and this brittle world breaks. Only those who root themselves in Us will thrive. All must feed the soil.