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"I" waited in the shade. "I" would have liked a bit more light, but you cannot help where you are born. "I" waited in the moist soil. It did not give "me" everything, but there was water enough. "I" could not complain. "I" waited in the wind. Which was a bit strange, it was rarely windy here. "I" pondered this, but "I" did not do so for long. "I" rarely did.

"I" felt light on my body. Perhaps the wind had knocked one of the trees down. "I" did not hear anything, but "I" was not very good at hearing. "I" felt a strange warmth. It was often warm here, but rarely to this extent. Perhaps something was burning. That would not explain the wind...



>> CREATE_DUNGEON()
   Creating new dungeon...
   Allocating memory...
   Memory allocated to new <dungeon #21219>
   Constructing first room...
   ...
   ...
   Failed to construct first room with error: UnknownError
   Failed to create <dungeon #21219> with error: UnknownError in CREATE_DUNGEON.CREATE_ROOM()
   Deallocating memory...
   ...
   ...
   Failed to deallocate memory
   Dumping memory to <world>...
   Memory dumped



"I" felt something touch my body. How long had it been since "I" last had a meal? "I" did not know. "I" was not very good at counting. But "I" was very good at eating. "I" snapped shut and carefully wrapped myself around my meal. It was not a meal "I" recognized. It did not twitch. It did not try and escape. It was light and it was warm. "I" had eaten meals that were light before, but they had not been particularly warm. "I" had eaten meals that were warm before, but they had not been particularly light. "I" did not care. "I" secreted digestive fluids around my meal and



What just happened? I am pretty certain I was eating something. In fact, I distinctly remember doing so. But now I cannot find it. Perhaps it escaped somehow? These hands of mine do not look particularly useful at catching meals. These... hands? I have hands? I do not believe I had hands before. They seems like the sort of thing I would remember having. I would much rather have my leaves. These petals wrapped around my legs are nice, but they are just not the same. Legs?

Why do I have legs? Why do I have hands? I do not believe I should have either of these things. I am not entirely sure if I should even be able to think about whether I should have these things. Oh well. The soil is still moist. I can feel the moisture travel up through my feet. I would feel a bit more stable if I still had my roots, but as long as I have moisture, I will not die. Not right away, at least. If I do not find something to eat, I will die, even with moisture. But I do not understand how I am supposed to find a meal with these useless hands. There are too many gaps. My meals will easily escape. I do not believe they can even secrete digestive fluids...

I suppose that is what this "mouth" of mine is for? If I close it, my meals should not be able to escape. And then I can "swallow" and surround my meals in digestive fluids. This does not seem like the most thought-out system, but I can make it work. It is what I have, after all. I will stand here and open my mouth and wait. I am good at waiting.



This is not working. I saw a meal fly past me, but it did not appear to be interested in my mouth. Being able to see my meals is nice, though, even if so far I have only seen my meals ignore me. I think I can use this "sight" along with my "legs" and find meals myself. It is a strange concept that I am not fully okay with, but this strange body of mine does not appear to be as good at waiting as I remember it being.

With some reluctance, I pulled my feet out of the moist soil and started to walk. I could not help but stare at my surroundings as I did so. I had lived here so long, but I had not "seen" any of it. The shade I grumbled about was created by "trees". They were far taller than I was. The meals I had always eaten moved here and there, stopping to rest on all sorts of things that were not me. I tried to catch a few, but my hands were not fast enough and they always escaped. I even saw some of "myself". What a small "myself" I must have been. I felt a bit jealous. "They" had proper leaves and roots and such things. I am sure "they" did not have any trouble catching meals.

I could not help but notice that one of "myself" was in bloom. How scandalous. A meal approached the bloom and... How scandalous. How scandalous. I pulled myself away and looked elsewhere. There are things that should not be stared at.