In the year 2142, humanity didn’t fight a war; they succumbed to a bio-weapon that accelerated photosynthesis. To survive, people have to "bloom." Their skin has turned green, and they draw energy from the sun—but the process requires a massive consumption of nutrients. Private Aris, from the elite Moss Battalion, is holding his fiancée, Lyra, before shipping out to the "Arid Zones." The roses aren't romantic decoration; they are the highly potent food source they must continuously cultivate to avoid "wilting." Their embrace is a shared caloric ritual as much as a goodbye.
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