I’m just a plant spirit that slept for a hundred years. When I woke up, I’d become a high-risk anomaly hunted by the whole world.
The Bureau of Anomaly Management in the mortal world decided I would wreak havoc on humanity. Drones chased me, AI misidentified me, and trending topics across the internet branded me a villain.
But I never wanted to destroy the world.
I only wanted to live and find pure love, with no house, car, bride price, or other conditions in the way.
Yet when I used spiritual power to conjure gold bricks, I was accused of fraud. When I gave someone roses that would never wilt, they were identified as extraterrestrial minerals. When I proposed beneath lights that illuminated three mountains, the air-raid sirens went off.
Only later did I understand: it wasn’t that I didn’t know how to love. It was that this world had no idea what “pure” meant.
Very beautiful, novel subject matter