Otromn
Otromn The vines had produced a good wine that year. He couldn't complain, although his chapped and generous hands hadn't been able to improve the sight of a plantation that, at the back of the greenhouse, was his favorite. On one of his trips to Venus, he had bought some seeds from Otromn. The vendor had assured him that if he paid them a visit every night and said a prayer of thanks in front of those plants, they would give him a surprise. Time had passed and only tiny, odorless roses had blossomed from the plants. The gardener, too busy with other chores, neglected the seller's advice. One cold morning, when he was going to the greenhouse, he experienced a strange sensation of danger and hurried to get there as soon as possible. He reached the greenhouse and entered. Several days later, alerted in the small town of his disappearance, and after an unsuccessful search, someone thought of inspecting the greenhouse. The image was gruesome. The small and harmless roses had g...