Pearls_garden
In a garden hidden from the world, a porcelain tea cup tends to flowers unlike any other-blooms with petals of velvet, stems of glass, and centers that watch with blinking eyes.
But these flowers don't grow from soil.
They bloom from what the tea cup devours.
After feasting on a sweet choco macaroon bunny, the tea cup's once elegant charm begins to twist into obsession. Each flower she raises holds whispers of the ones she's consumed, their gazes unblinking, their voices muffled in the roots.
Her garden is beautiful.
Her garden is alive.
Her garden is watching.
And soon, she won't be satisfied until the whole world blooms in her porcelain soil.