Mystery of Death Flowers
Impossible

Zahra and Radit stood in place with their eyes fixed on the shadow behind the trees. Though initially hesitant, Radit's gaze finally fixated on what Zahra was seeing.

"ghosts? No way, Zahra. It was just an illusion or there might be other rational explanations" Radit said in a doubtful tone.

However, as the shadow becomes clearer, the visible form of the Flower becomes more real. They could feel his presence, even though the Flower was dead.

"Radit, I'm sure it's a flower. I felt his energy. We have to find out what he wants" Zahra said with confidence.

That was when, the shadow of the Flower began to move closer. His face was full of expressions of sadness and anger. Zahra and Radit felt strange vibrations around them at this moment.

"W-how could this happen?" said Radit while stuttering.

The Flower Shadow appeared slowly from behind the trees, as if it had emerged from within the dark fog that enveloped the forest. His pale and shattered face, as if revealing a clear-cut pain, with eyes emitting a haunting dim light. His tangled hair was decomposed and wavy, resembling a fragile and dull spider web.

The flower floated in the air with an unnatural movement, as if gravity had no control over it. His body looks incomplete, certain parts look blurry or vaguely look as if they have disappeared. There were visible wounds and scars on his body, with blood smelling fishy dripping.

It emanated an aura of darkness and terrifying suffering!

Zahra tried to talk to Bunga, "Bu-bunga, what do you want to say? W-do you need any help?"

The Flower Shadow remained silent, but her facial expression grew clearer. They felt an increasingly powerful presence, as if Flowers were trying to convey an important message.

His voice, when he finally opened his mouth, was as hoarse and crackling as the wind that blew through the ruins. The words coming out of his mouth sounded like whispers from the afterlife, difficult to understand but contained a very deep emotional burden. The look in his eyes pierced through the soul, as if he could look into the thoughts and fears of everyone who dared to look at him.

"Tolooong a-ku ..."

Every time the Flower moved, there was a hissing sound accompanying it, like the sound of the wind blowing through a dark and forgotten passageway. His shadow flashed quickly and suddenly, sometimes changing shape and size, creating a gripping and heart- suffocating illusion.

The Flower's current appearance is a blend of the beauty that once existed, while still alive and the terrible destruction, creating an unforgettable and frightening appearance.

This sinister state of the Flower gave the impression that it carried a tremendous burden of vengeance and pain, exuding an aura of dissatisfaction and a desire to avenge the evil it experienced.

Amidst the dim light of dusk, Zahra and Radit stood in suspense amid the dark and lush environment of the Mangga village forest.

"No, is this impossible?"

"Please .. This, please!"

"It's just an illusion over one's black magic. Don't believe!"

The people around them, including foreigners and Mr. Lurah, turned their heads and shouted in fear, framed in the shadow of fear of the things they could not understand.

"Bu-flower ..."

In addition, Rian, Flower's lover, feels as if she is trapped in a nightmare. His eyes were round and incredulous, his heart raging between wanting to get close to the Flower and fear over this shocking reality.

The young man looked at the Flower with a mixed look between longing and disbelief, feeling a mixed feeling that was hard to express in words.

The atmosphere around them was so tense, it felt like the real world and the spiritual world met in one terrifying moment.

Waves of confusion and panic felt fused with the mysterious aura surrounding the shadow of the Flower. In a thick silence, there was a soft gust of wind and the gurgling of leaves under anxious footsteps. Everyone felt bound by the unexplainable happenings, with eyes shifting from one face to another, looking for answers in questionable glare of the eye.

"It's been a while since we last met, Zahra. Miss you. There's so much I want to say."

Zahra, dumbfounded by a familiar yet different voice. The girl replied with emotion, which could not be expressed.

"B-unga, I .. I miss you too. Ta-pi, a-pa happened to you?"

Flowers continued his sentence again, his voice sounding strange, like a stifled pain.

"I was cruelly tortured and humiliated. My body is broken, Zahra. But my spirit will not rest until justice comes. I came to beg for your help. I need your help to find the truth and avenge this!"

Zahra, with teary eyes, replied sadly. He felt the torment that the Flower felt before death.

"Ten-tu, Flower. My A will help you. We're gonna figure out what's really going on and make sure justice is there for you."