The lab-coated researchers once considered the peculiar alien plant as merely an oddity among the sterile ruins of Mars' ancient landscape, dismissing the shimmering tendrils as whimsical vestiges of a forgotten era. Years later, their minds altered by the persistent whispers of botanical malice, they recognized the insidious intent behind the plant’s insatiable eating of the crimson soil, a relentless hunger mirrored in the gluttonous cravings of their own grotesque reflections. In the shadow of the obsolete techno-relics of a human ambition long abandoned, understanding finally dawned—a chilling awareness that the ecstasy of the plant's happiness was merely the prelude to a cosmic feast for which humanity had been unknowingly fattened.
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