Eiralyth

⚠️ WARNING TO THE BUYER ⚠️ Unseal not this jar where green things grow, for she will love them more than you know. Her care is warm, her presence mild, yet life bends low beneath her smile. What thrives too close beneath her gaze will bloom, then fade in quiet haze. Name: Eiralyth Curse: A tender breath, a gardener’s grace, Eiralyth feeds on living space. She coaxes buds from sleeping stem and pours too much of life in them. Leaves will swell and petals rise, then droop as vigor slowly dies. You will watch in softened dread as growth becomes the path to dead. Story of Creation: A healer knelt in forest deep where ancient roots and sorrows sleep. She begged the soil to spare each tree and gave her pulse willingly. The earth obeyed with fertile sigh and drank her gift too greedily dry. The woods burst forth in bloom so vast they choked themselves and could not last. Current Story: Now sealed in glass with wax and twine, she waits where dampened candles shine. A floral hush, a fragrant plea, she calls to every living thing nearby gently. Draw close and feel the air grow sweet as life grows heavy at your feet.