Lakna, My Flower

This is somewhat a mix of a reoccurring dream and my paranoid fears mashed into one small story. I don't expect much from this, and that's fine. Regardless, I felt a desire to write and post it.
It's probably incoherent ramblings, but I feel like that's the point.

I noticed I had a few followers for some reason, so I thought I'd say thank you by writing something?

This will probably be a short story. The more I write, the more I want to expand on the story. I do have ideas to expand on. I would expand it most likely into a kind of romance. My protagonist is someone's "flower", after all.

This story expresses what I believe to be excessive paranoia and delusional thinking. It's mature in a sense that it is made to unsettle you.