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Bloom: Becoming The World Tree

Kismet_Love
She awakens as a seed in a rotting forest. No name. No memories. No body—only roots. A mysterious system guides her: Grow. Survive. Evolve. Buried in an ancient valley no one enters—and no one leaves—she must navigate the silence, the soil, and the secrets of a forgotten world. The rot is spreading. Something watches from below. And she is the only thing in the forest still learning how to hope. Poetic dark fantasy. Deep system lore. Slow-burn transformation. Maybe romance, IDK. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Watch her grow—not into a warrior, but into a sanctuary. --------------------------------------------------- A Note From the Author: Hi there! This is my very first book being shared with the world, and… I’m a little nervous. Please be gentle with me—I have a fragile glass heart. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ This story is the result of months (okay, years) of dreaming, writing, rewriting, and researching things like ancient trees, fantasy ecosystems, and mythological creatures I can barely pronounce. It's a deeply personal world, and I'm incredibly excited—and terrified—to finally show it to someone other than my dog. Bloom: Becoming the World Tree is a high fantasy story rooted in both Western and Eastern mythology but reimagined through my own voice. Expect themes of growth, loneliness, healing, survival, and sanctuary. There are echoes of elves, dwarves, beastkin, spirits, and creatures who have been forgotten by the rest of the world… just like the little Seedling who wakes up alone in the dark. I’ve poured my heart (and probably a few brain cells) into building this world carefully. That said—I'm still human! If anything feels off, if I missed something, or if you think a detail could be more accurate, please let me know. I truly want to improve and do right by the story, and by you, the reader. Thank you for taking a chance on my fragile little Seedling. I hope she grows into something you’ll come to love, too. — Kismet (シ_ _)シ
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