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Mood snapshot via music, microfiction:
Strange flowers grow in your wake. You feel like you've woken up from a winters-long slumber, abruptly: the whole of Nature has opened its eyes, staring at you. Your bedroom's became a greenhouse overnight; vines and blossoms crawl up your walls.
You've never seen these flowers before, have you? They aren't from here; petals pulse and glow with strange colors that make your head swim.
From your dreams, maybe?
