Day to day (FNAF SB AU) ARC 1

The orange azalea blooms in fire, its petals soft as evening skies, a blaze of warmth that calls the eye
with quiet, unsuspecting lies.
It does not hiss or bare a thorn, nor wear the colors death might choose. Instead it glows with gentle grace, a bloom too beautiful to refuse.
Yet woven through its leaves and stems, a sleeping venom softly waits. Not born from anger, spite, or hate, just nature keeping ancient fates.
So tread with wonder, not with haste. Admire the blossom where it grows. For some of Earth's most radiant gifts are those whose danger no one knows.