GO. [ but it's too late. from beneath the husk of the membrane something arises - something amy-shaped... but there's something entirely plant-like about the cast of her skin, and her hair has withered, hanging unnaturally down in front of her face. she reaches out to try and grasp daisy, and when she opens her eyes, they're completely white - it's impossible to read her expression or tell how much of amy is actually in there. ]
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