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Her hand hovers over the beautiful flower, its red color almost glowing against her black, ooze covered skin. Swaying in the warm breeze, it sends iridescent rays a-scatter as the sunshine reflects off its pedals. Her eyes perk up in a smile with legs dangling in the air.
Childlike, Feno admires the little speck of beauty, one of the remaining glimpses of joy around.
  The last flowerbed in miles.
  Along the grass's edge, trash blows into piles against the cement jungle walls, and in the sky, smoke floats through the air in wisps. No birds sing, and no insects flicker through her vision. It is quiet, save for the soft wheezing of a lung that hangs halfway out her left side.
The sound is unsettling, but over the years, she's gotten used to it. The sickening, rythmic noise reminds her that she is still alive, no matter now appalling her body has become. When everyone else had gone away, she remained. Why she is the last one, Feno's not sure. But that's another matter for a different day. Afterall, she was only a child the last time she saw another person. The fate of this world is in their knowledge, not hers.
  Her stomach growls, rumbling against the tickling grass it contacts below. The plants stick against her ribcage like glue and seem to melt upon contact. The feeling of the plant touching her insides is slightly uncomfortable, but it helps distract from the dull ache that normally occupies that area as her skin slowly rots away.
Feno closes her big, bright, yellow eyes and listens to the wind blow through the great gray buildings. It whistles and whispers like soft instruments, complemented by the light thudding of plastic objects skittering along the distant cement structures. The song the world now sings. An ensemble of loneliness and destruction.
Calmly opening her eyes, Feno inhales sharply. The flower has started turning black, wilting weakly toward the ground. Panicked, Feno grasps at it, hoping to hold it up, but her touch only makes the plant worse. The red begins to dull, losing its beautiful color as it shrivels up. It transpires water faster than sustainably possible, seeming to wail with hot breath and anguish.
Feno scrambles to her knees, frantically trying to prop up the flower, but it's too late. The petals snap off in her hand and the stem bends in two.
Hopelessly, she lets go, the plant flopping to the ground and sickly crumbling into a pile of wrinkled black mush.
Warm water spills from Feno's eyes. It trickles down her cheeks as soundless sobs rack her body. The tears mix with the black slime as they fall from her waterducts, not visible, only felt. She looks around to see if any of the other flowers survived, but the field only reveals the devastation of a once beautiful garden.
Destroyed by her touch.

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What's up guys!? This is Feno. Haven't drawn her for a while, but she is a really cool character to write about. Let me know what you think happened to her world and why she's the way she is. I'd love to hear your guy's theories to see if you are on the right track.
Thanks for viewing and feel free to direct others to this page. God bless!❤

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Art, writing, concept, and character belong to me.
Don't reuse, repost, or claim any of this as your own.
Thanks!

Description
Her hand hovers over the beautiful flower, its red color almost glowing against her black, ooze covered skin. Swaying in the warm breeze, it sends iridescent rays a-scatter as the sunshine reflects off its pedals. Her eyes perk up in a smile with legs dangling in the air.
Childlike, Feno admires the little speck of beauty, one of the remaining glimpses of joy around.
  The last flowerbed in miles.
  Along the grass's edge, trash blows into piles against the cement jungle walls, and in the sky, smoke floats through the air in wisps. No birds sing, and no insects flicker through her vision. It is quiet, save for the soft wheezing of a lung that hangs halfway out her left side.
The sound is unsettling, but over the years, she's gotten used to it. The sickening, rythmic noise reminds her that she is still alive, no matter now appalling her body has become. When everyone else had gone away, she remained. Why she is the last one, Feno's not sure. But that's another matter for a different day. Afterall, she was only a child the last time she saw another person. The fate of this world is in their knowledge, not hers.
  Her stomach growls, rumbling against the tickling grass it contacts below. The plants stick against her ribcage like glue and seem to melt upon contact. The feeling of the plant touching her insides is slightly uncomfortable, but it helps distract from the dull ache that normally occupies that area as her skin slowly rots away.
Feno closes her big, bright, yellow eyes and listens to the wind blow through the great gray buildings. It whistles and whispers like soft instruments, complemented by the light thudding of plastic objects skittering along the distant cement structures. The song the world now sings. An ensemble of loneliness and destruction.
Calmly opening her eyes, Feno inhales sharply. The flower has started turning black, wilting weakly toward the ground. Panicked, Feno grasps at it, hoping to hold it up, but her touch only makes the plant worse. The red begins to dull, losing its beautiful color as it shrivels up. It transpires water faster than sustainably possible, seeming to wail with hot breath and anguish.
Feno scrambles to her knees, frantically trying to prop up the flower, but it's too late. The petals snap off in her hand and the stem bends in two.
Hopelessly, she lets go, the plant flopping to the ground and sickly crumbling into a pile of wrinkled black mush.
Warm water spills from Feno's eyes. It trickles down her cheeks as soundless sobs rack her body. The tears mix with the black slime as they fall from her waterducts, not visible, only felt. She looks around to see if any of the other flowers survived, but the field only reveals the devastation of a once beautiful garden.
Destroyed by her touch.

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What's up guys!? This is Feno. Haven't drawn her for a while, but she is a really cool character to write about. Let me know what you think happened to her world and why she's the way she is. I'd love to hear your guy's theories to see if you are on the right track.
Thanks for viewing and feel free to direct others to this page. God bless!❤

-
Art, writing, concept, and character belong to me.
Don't reuse, repost, or claim any of this as your own.
Thanks!