[ CLINICAL OBSERVATION ]
Before the implantation of this artifact, the specimen had long been trapped in the "existential emptiness" of modernity, its soul in a state of starved barrenness. When the special SILK fibers carrying microscopic fungal spores touched the wrist bone, the host's body heat instantly activated the dormant living entity. This was a bloodless invasion. The specimen felt no sharp pain, only a damp, subtle coolness—like spring rain seeping into permafrost—spreading silently along the ulnar nerve, quietly commandeering the nerve endings.
[ STIGMATA RUBBING ]
Upon removing the woven bind, the epidermis of the wrist remained intact. Yet, beneath the translucent texture of the skin, the veins exhibited a morbid, bewitching dark green hue. This is not a bruise; it is the "mycelial sediment" left after the parasite's root system physically bridged with the host's bloodstream. When the specimen attempts to distance itself from the artifact, a phantom itch, like the bite of ten thousand ants, erupts from deep within the bone marrow—an itch that is the desperate weeping of nerve endings, begging for the parasite's return to strangle them once more.
[ PATHOLOGICAL ANALYSIS ]
(Here, the boundaries of medicine collapse, and the poetry of theology takes over) This is a miniature afforestation using flesh and blood as soil, and the ultimate execution of "solitude." In Auralia's gaze, love is never a gaze kept at a distance, but the lateral plundering of plant roots. This artifact uses a tender strangulation to fill the hollow void within the specimen. The specimen is no longer an independent, withered entity; it has degenerated into a damp, divine palace forcibly occupied by a god. As the green spores and bright red arteries weave into a single web, the host finally attains eternal abundance and peace within this morbid, all-consuming symbiosis.