The flowers immediately try to latch onto you as you touch them, and as they do, you feel your natural rage, your natural anger, your natural fire threaten to burn you out of control.

And you don't know what's next-- but with some quick thinking, or maybe instinct, dropping them seems to keep them from curling around you and making you one of theirs.

But your hand feels vaguely burned? You could check that out, except suddenly there is a flash of green, as roiling smoke fills the air, gathering like a storm cloud behind you.

It's coming from where you came. What do you do?