Vetches and passion flowers have modified some of their leaves and converted them into tendrils. These grope around in space until they touch the stem of another plant and swiftly coil around it. The tendrils then coil and pull the plant up towards the sunlight.
Well done, Chihiro.
(Just want to say I’m still alive. The semseter is over and I finally get to do fun things.)
What is left, if even faith can die? Nameless asked.
New life, replied the Scientist.
why do i always assume everyone looks like their icon
im not kidding
if your icon was a goat
i would think that you are a goat
"It is a world of reflections," explains the Keeper. "Every wish you make within will come true. Anyone may step through the archway once, and only once."
"You read far too much," replies the spellmaker. "Sometimes I think you must know everything. When will the sun set today?"
"Not for another four hours," answers the Keeper with a smile.
Neither of them cross the threshold.