Urban Legend [ PC ]

The Gardener stood. He took one step. Then another. The ground didn’t shake. Instead, the air trembled. The asphalt behind him sprouted tiny white flowers that bloomed and died in a single second.

The silence was absolute.

The Gardener stopped. He turned his blank face toward them. Urban Legend

The Gardener leaned in. From the smooth wooden face, a whisper came, not with a voice, but with the rustle of dry leaves: The Gardener stood

The urban legend said that the Gardener wasn't a person. He was a reaction. The city, choked by steel and forgetting its own soil, had begun to breathe. And the Veridian Spire had pierced a lung. Now, every night at 3 AM, the Gardener came to tend to the wound. He didn't plant flowers. He pruned the city’s mistakes. The ground didn’t shake