post-Ep030 headcanon in response to these
transcripts from Ep028 & Ep030 observing what Decompose does.
The sad, hunched figures walk away from the grave. They look
back as the carriages roll away south along the road.
The next snow covers the disruption in the soil. Nothing can
be seen growing over the harsh winter, at least, not above ground. Spring
comes, and the melting snow reveals the bare, disrupted earth, the snow
mysteriously melting faster in this spot.
A few bulbs, crocuses, bluebells, native irises find their
way up. But as the soil warms, new flowers begin to sprout as well, strange
flowers. rainbow flowers in hues unlike those around them. They’d look more at
home in the Feywild than the side of this lonely road. They’re more vivid than
the dirty, fading, torn coat wafting above them was when it was new. Springy,
colorful mosses fill the space between flowers. Everything is a more vibrant
shade of green than what surrounds it. And weirdly, it feels just a bit warmer.
Oddly pale-blue flowers with wispy white petals form a
crescent around the sturdy, leaning limb planted at the head. A card sits among
them, strangely untouched. On it, a drawing of the two moons, slightly
different colors and sizes, with a fall of stars like white hair.
The limb has also turned strange: new growth is beginning to
spring from it, unlike the tree it came from. The bark has turned a grey,
almost purple, hue. The leaves a burgundy with strange linework traced on them
in bright colors like arcane symbols.
Over the years, an otherworldly tree surrounded by strange
flowers that seems to oddly push back against the cold comes to mark the spot.
It is a weird, and almost unsettling place. Forever different, and better than
it used to be.