[right][h2][color=#8493ca]Caught in a Snare[/color][/h2]
[@silver21][@DaftJive][@Stanifly][/right]

[color=808080]Rising, the moth steps back from Damien. The ground between them cracks, and green shoots push through the broken soil and curl around the chains where they lie in their pile. More follows. Thyme and mint spread low across the ground while basil pushes up bushy and broad between them. Nasturtiums climb the links of chain, orange flowers trailing behind, and lavender rises on grey-green stems beside clusters of marigolds and zinnias in rust and coral. The garden fills the enclosure the way water fills a bowl, reaching into the shadowed corners, and where it roots, the dark frays apart like old cloth, and daylight leaks through the gaps.

A few steps away now, the moth faces Damien. Its hand extends toward him. [i]"Whenever you're ready, Damien."[/i][/color]

[color=808080]From what shadow remains, claws tear through the green.

[i]"[b]No[/b],"[/i] declares Viné.[/color]