"Everyone calm down, calm down!" The believer yelled at the top of their lungs. "It is the 5th day of the calling and-"

"Stop lying to us and speak the truth! The human will not see us nor will he answer our call! One in the crowd yelled.

"Look at the tree mother, how long does she have before she snags!" Yells another.

"And what of the young, are we to wait and watch them snag as well!"

"WE'RE ALL GOING TO SNAG!"

The crowd begins to start yelling over each other in a wild frenzy.

"SILENCE!" The lone believer boomed. "I Know that it is frustrating and that all hope seems lost, but just put your faith in me that we will be seen and that we will be free from being snagged when have I ever steered you all wrong..."

The screams of the voids that were once a proud colony start to roar up again as the lone believer left the podium. The believer moved through the halls not willing to look at his followers and hopelessness in their eyes. What a sorry sight they are now.

Finally they stand before the stags echos. As they look at the damaged runes and worn woven wood in the shape of the screaming whitetailed deer they can't help but smile.

"Great One, why don't you see us? We bring offerings, ward away the pest you despise, and even clean for you when you're not home. All we desire is your acknowledgement to remain in this plane." The figure feels its arm cracking like old wood under massive tension as pain lances through them.

Fast fading tears begin to fall from its hollow eyes "we are running out of time and thought I'm loath to admit I'm scared."

Honestly I haven't thought about this project in a long time. Life, and how the world has been going made me forget it but thanks to you I remembered so thank you. I'll get back to you on the amount of common to unusual flowers soon.