Chapter Text
A child’s notebook lies cold on the floor.
Stickers of all sorts pepper cover to cover, color-coded pens scrawling the margins, and a bookmark of a dried four-leaf clover. However, heed my warning, for the contents of this particular book are most certainly nothing to just glance over. Be wary that you are alone if you are to stumble upon these pages and learn; for if their author is near, there will be nothing left of you to bury or burn.
Journal Entry #161B
Brugmansia arborea
Family: Solanaceae
Notes:
The flowers growing from this evergreen plant typically dangle from their source up to about 8 meters (approx. 26ft.) Leaves can be smooth or toothed depending entirely on the conditions of its growth and environment.
Wear gloves to protect exposed skin from sap.
Pleasant fragrance, strongest at nightfall.
Color varieties include white, pink, orange, and yellow.
The taste is bitter.
Lethal upon ingestion.
Pointed downwards, the horn of plenty
Into the night, it beckons me gently.
Angel’s Trumpet, sweet and fair,
Its beauty hides a deadly snare.
Beware the scent that fills the air,
For poison lurks within its lair.