“Loves me, loves me not,” the human kept babbling, as we regretted our decision to disguise ourselves as Earth’s flowering plants. We had done this every year for centuries, but this time, something was different. We could feel a presence in the air, one that was far more sinister than we had ever experienced before.
We had no way of knowing what it was, but our instincts told us to run. We quickly scattered, each of us hoping to find a place to hide. But it was too late. The presence was already upon us.
Suddenly, there was a loud cracking sound, followed by a sickening crunch. One by one, our friends were snapped in half, their pieces scattered across the ground. We were helpless to do anything but watch in horror.
We had no idea what was happening, but we knew it was something far worse than anything we had ever encountered before. We had unknowingly stumbled into a realm of pure terror, and our only hope of escape was to run.
We quickly fled, our hearts pounding in our chests as we desperately searched for a way out. But no matter how far we ran, the presence seemed to follow us. We could feel it lurking in the shadows, watching our every move.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we made it out alive. But the experience left us shaken and traumatized. We had been lucky to escape, but the memory of our friends being snapped in half would haunt us forever.