Beneath the Greenhouse

Elara finds solace in the humid embrace of her greenhouse, a reclusive world she cultivates from her wheelchair. Until she discovers the overgrowth in the shadowed back corner — a strange, sentient plant pulsing with unnatural warmth. What begins as cautious interaction spirals into terrifying intimacy. The plant is sensitive to her voice, its vine tentacles responding to her humming, her whispers, her gasps.