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

⊹ SYSTEM UPDATE ⊹

Soft, golden warmth glides down my single leaf. It spreads through me like water slipping into

thirsty roots. I feel it flow—into my sap, into my system.

The thought clicks into place like a memory I didn't know I had.

I don't know why I know that. But I do.

I open the interface again, more focused now.

⊹ SYSTEM CHECK ⊹

— Photosensitive Leaflet (Active)

There's a soft glow beneath the stats.

Would you like to spend Vital Sap to enhance a stat?

⊹ Vital Sap Used: -1

Agility increased to 2.

I feel it ripple through me—like a vine flexing before I even command it.

⊹ Vital Sap Used: -2

Stamina increased to 2.

It's heavier. Fuller. I feel like I can stretch longer, rest deeper.

Like my body might hold up against something more than wind and soil.

Strength increased to 2.

This one is different. A quiet density settles through me.

Like my core won't fold as easily.

No warning. No alert. Just silence. A quiet new strength blooming where there used to be none.

⊹ Vital Sap Used: -2Health increased to 3.

Still no warning. No alert. Just the soft silence of a system that doesn't seem to care how much I spend.

My roots feel heavier. My leaf tingles—less with warmth, more with strain. It's like the sun touches me, but the glow doesn't go as deep.

And yet, at the same time, my center—my body—feels steadier. Not stronger. But harder to knock down.

But beneath the pride, something flickers.A strange emptiness where warmth used to be.

My sap doesn't swirl like it did.My vine curls with a little less bounce.Everything in me takes more effort.

The Murmuring Soil