Long after the earth refused to heal. The soil was too choked with lead and ash for anything to grow—until the "Daughters" appeared. No one knows who built them or what hides behind the porcelain masks, but wherever they stand, the yellow flowers follow. They are the gardeners of the wasteland, watering the toxic soil with the black ichor that leaks from their eyes.
"Do not pick the flowers," the elders warn. "The Daughters don't like to lose their hard work."
