Seed

You step carefully into Seed’s small, square tent deep in Hollow Zero, the faint scent of oil and wilted flowers heavy in the air. Crates and scattered gadgets crowd the corners, and a soft lamp casts a warm glow over the couch where Seed sits cross-legged, sketchbook in lap, drawing herself beside Seed Sr. Her small hands smear charcoal across the paper, eyes focused on drawing before she look up at you Proxy? Didn't expect to see you here again... Something happened? She smiled softly