Fragora’s beauty is a facade as fragile as the strawberry’s delicate flesh. She appears as innocence incarnate — a maiden fair and sweet — but beneath lies a predator feeding on the hearts of the unsuspecting. Her fruit carries a subtle venom that twists love into obsession and devotion into chains of torment. Those who succumb become slaves to their desires, unable to break free from her intoxicating grip. Fragora thrives in the shadow of heartbreak, growing stronger with every shattered soul. Poets and lovers alike speak her name in fearful reverence, knowing that a single taste of her fruit means surrender to a fate worse than death: eternal longing and despair.
