Log #43061: Your happy place still thrives
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A Mudkroc is floating down the river past me, doing its best to imitate a log despite the glowing tan spines running down its back. It's blissfully unaware that I'm even here. I have nothing to interest it with anyways. Still creeps me out whenever I lose sight of one. How are they so good at hiding?
Sorry, you don't even know what those are, even if you've guessed. Supercharged crocodiles that eat Anium. They're every bit as terrifying as they sound too, which is exactly what I grew them to do. What the old world crocs did with algae, mine can sculpt the mud itself into whatever camouflage or attack they need.
Sigh.
I'm sure you'd hate me for desecrating the lush jungle you once fell in love with, but it's still as hardy as ever down here. Know that I had no choice but to introduce the changes that I did. Something had to guard your precious garden beds, after all. Don't judge me too harshly, my light.
A whole ecosystem has built up across the island under my watchful eye. It coexists in near harmony with the old creatures, and sometimes both the biological and the cybernetic feed on each other.
The circle of life has become a figure eight around me. A beautiful celtic knot.
And tying it all together are your gardens. You saved us.
…And then you didn't live to see it for yourself.