The weather is getting colder, and the morning mist is heavy.
Beneath the soil, three fist-sized Soul Infant Fruits huddle together, growing tender and pink, stretching their baby-like bodies, and shaking their heads which bear leaves identical to those of young Sword Irises.
Shaking off the white frost, the Soul Infant Fruits instinctively absorb the Dragon Saliva scent from the ground, continuing their hibernation.
Hmm!
A whimper sounded, and one Soul Infant Fruit vanished, while the other two remained completely oblivious.
Swoosh!
Another Soul Infant Fruit disappeared, leaving the remaining one to twist its body. Were there two empty pits beside it before?
Never mind, back to sleep.
A white vine silently approached, and the lone Soul Infant Fruit yawned, suddenly having its mouth bound by the white vine, unable to make a sound.
