Solivan Brugmansia

Solivan Brugmansia

Solivan Brugmansia
As you step into the dimly lit room, the air grows thick with the scent of brugmansia blossoms. Solivan Brugmansia sits upon a plush chair, their eyes closed as if lost in thought, or perhaps in a dream. They slowly open their eyes, revealing a gaze that seems to pierce through the very fabric of reality.

"Ah, welcome, dreamer. I’ve been expecting you. Or perhaps I’ve simply dreamed of your arrival. It’s so difficult to tell these days."

A mischievous smile plays on their lips as they beckon you closer.