Kismet_Love

She awakens as a seed in a rotting forest. No name. No memories. No body—only roots.

A mysterious system guides her:

Grow. Survive. Evolve.

Buried in an ancient valley no one enters—and no one leaves—she must navigate the silence, the soil, and the secrets of a forgotten world.

The rot is spreading.
Something watches from below.
And she is the only thing in the forest still learning how to hope.

Poetic dark fantasy. Deep system lore. Slow-burn transformation. Maybe romance, IDK. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Watch her grow—not into a warrior, but into a sanctuary.

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A Note From the Author:
Hi there! This is my very first book being shared with the world, and… I’m a little nervous.
Please be gentle with me—I have a fragile glass heart. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

This story is the result of months (okay, years) of dreaming, writing, rewriting, and researching things like ancient trees, fantasy ecosystems, and mythological creatures I can barely pronounce. It's a deeply personal world, and I'm incredibly excited—and terrified—to finally show it to someone other than my dog.

Bloom: Becoming the World Tree is a high fantasy story rooted in both Western and Eastern mythology but reimagined through my own voice. Expect themes of growth, loneliness, healing, survival, and sanctuary. There are echoes of elves, dwarves, beastkin, spirits, and creatures who have been forgotten by the rest of the world… just like the little Seedling who wakes up alone in the dark.

I’ve poured my heart (and probably a few brain cells) into building this world carefully. That said—I'm still human! If anything feels off, if I missed something, or if you think a detail could be more accurate, please let me know. I truly want to improve and do right by the story, and by you, the reader.

Thank you for taking a chance on my fragile little Seedling.
I hope she grows into something you’ll come to love, too.

— Kismet (シ_ _)シ

Bloom: Becoming The World Tree

That thought hasn't left—not even after the sun rose again and warmth returned to my leaf.

I keep replaying the way the pressure shifted below the surface.

It wasn't like the rodent I felt in the rain.

This was slower, stronger, and intentional.

The only way I'll survive this world is by learning how to become part of it—

But I know I don't want to be helpless.

The system, it's always been there.

Responding to events, not questions.

Can I look at myself again?

⊹ SYSTEM INTERFACE ACCESS GRANTED ⊹

🌱 ROOT-SOUL SYSTEM OVERVIEW

• Tremor Whisper (Passive – Partial)

• Photosensitive Leaflet (Active)

🌿 Ability Store – Tier 1: Sprouting Instincts

Healing Dew – Secret a droplet that gently restores health and comfort.

Moisture Sense – Detect nearby water and humidity in the soil.

Tremor Whisper (Upgrade) – Increase precision of underground vibration detection.

I stare at the list for a long time.

Each choice whispers a different kind of survival.

But it's that last one—Tremor Whisper—that holds me.

I felt something moving below me and I want to feel it better next time.

I choose to upgrade Tremor Whisper.

⊹ Ability Upgraded: Tremor Whisper ⊹

You may now sense directional origin and approximate size of movement through soil.

Its warning signs.

Instinct and Inquiry