Spring arrives early in the bayou.

The swamp wakes before the city does.
Insects hum louder. Frogs return to the water. The warm air moves through the cypress trees like breath through old lungs.

Sean notices the smell first.

Sweet.

Too sweet.

Eljara steps carefully through the mud beside the broken dock and crouches near the waterline.

“What did the fisherman say again?” she asks.

Sean watches the vines spreading across the ground.

“Plants growing too fast.”

Eljara slices one of the stems with her knife.

Clear liquid runs from the cut.

Too thick for water.
Too thin for sap.

She wipes the blade against her boot.

“How long?”

“Three days.”

The vines are already knee-high.

Roots twist through the mud like wires pulled too tight. Some have forced their way through the old wooden dock, splitting the planks apart as if the wood had never mattered.

Sean presses his boot into the soil.

The ground shifts.

Not water.

Something deeper.

Eljara notices the same thing.

“You feel that?”

“Yeah.”

The vines move.

Not much.

Just enough to see it if you’re paying attention.

Growth.

Happening now.

Plants usually grow with patience.
Seasons guide them. Soil limits them. Predators keep them honest.

This patch has none of those things.

Just expansion.

Sean crouches and pulls gently at one of the vines.

It resists.

Strong.

Too strong for something that should barely exist yet.

“Nature doesn’t grow like this,” he mutters.

Eljara looks out across the swamp.

“You’re thinking tumor.”

Sean nods.

“Yeah.”

The swamp hums with life around them.

Birds shift in the trees.

Insects circle the water.

Spring has arrived.

But this growth isn’t renewal.

It’s acceleration.

Life pushing forward without remembering when to stop.

Eljara studies the dark green leaves twisting together in the mud.

“You know what worries me?” she says.

Sean looks up.

“It’s not killing anything.”

The surrounding plants still stand.

Grass still grows.

Flowers push through the mud beside the spreading vines.

Nothing is dying.

The new growth is simply… faster.

Skipping steps.

Sean exhales slowly.

“Spring usually means life begins again.”

Eljara watches the vines tighten around themselves.

“And this?”

Sean looks back at the water.

“This is what happens when life forgets how to stop.”

The wind moves across the swamp.

Warm.

Heavy.

Full of the smell of things beginning.

Behind them, the vines keep growing.

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🜍 BIRTH — WEEK 2

Spring should mean renewal.

But in the World of Darkness
even life

can become

uncontrolled growth.

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