i'm babysitting. this is myrtle, which i'm sure you all know. actually this is myrtle the phoenix. see all that black in the bottom of the pot? those are her ashes. and she is somehow, somehow growing out of them.
when i got back from wyoming, the plants that needed to be babysat (while the world traveller is away) were looking quite sad. myrtle especially. as she was dead. so i called the world traveller and confessed (since i wasn't even the one to kill her, since i was in wyoming), and she told me to just chop everything off and water water water. so i did. and apparently it worked.
myrtle is immortal.
but right now, not in a really good. way. my apartment doesn't get a lot of direct light, which is what myrtle likes best (as long as it's not too hot), and so she is very long and spindly, as you can see. she's like voldemort (voldemorte?).
she is voldemyrtle. she's immortal. but while she lives off my soul (aka my watering can), she's just a shadow of her true self.
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