MILDEW
Caught in the middle of a hundred and five
"It's...very bright here. Alive and beautiful, but..." Mildew shrugged; her heart laid with the dark dank of the swamp, the duality of life and death that existed in the poisonous flowers and sucking mud. "..Not my home, I suppose."
Amalia. The name seemed familiar for some reason, but Mildew couldn't quite catch why in her mind. "Mildew, dear. Jyoti is quite the creature. How did you come across them?"
The night was heavy and the air was alive