and i look to my side and see him, finally, fully blooming. water droplets that catch the sun perfectly and down his body, maybe, just maybe, i'm enchanted by the glimmer. he shakes a little and seems to be slightly aware. i remember the vagueness of birth, sort of like.... if you were to watch the stars with half lidded, blurry eyes. his aura is of of something, no, someone who's in a state of piece, a pleasant ring accompanies him.
[ his pov ]
boom! sunlight, ohmygoo- that's so bright. ok, ok, ok i'm calm now. wow, everything went from screamo to calming and mellow. i feel water on me and warm sunlight. everything is low, like... quiet. someone turned the volume down.

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Photosynthesis
Historia CortaIn which they are plants but possibly something much more than that