They cut me up to make medicine. I'll bury them in the ground.
The day lightning struck me and awakened my intelligence, I learned the truth: on this continent, anything can become a spirit, and anything can be refined into a crystal. Humans use spiritual fields as pastures, plants as medicinal ingredients, and demon beasts as mineral veins. They laugh and say, "What right does a blade of grass have to talk about its life?"
I lowered my head and looked at my three leaves and seven roots. The bone spots on the backs of my leaves were still wet, and the blood-debt beneath my roots was ripe for the taking. So I sent my roots into a pit of ten thousand corpses, boiled their bones into fertilizer, and pieced together their memories. When mantises came, I used their blades. When tigers and wolves came, I used their poison. When humans came, I used their greed to plant them in the earth, one by one, soul and crystal and all, as the fertilizer for my ascension to godhood.
Today, they still use me to make medicine. Tomorrow, I'll bury them in the ground. My name is Soul Devourer Grass. Remember this: those who cut grass should take care not to step on the same blade again in their next life.
