Archivora fusilumbra 🗂️ Common Name: The Boneweld Vine, or Archive Frame

🔬 Scientific Name: Archivora fusilumbra
🗂️ Common Name: The Boneweld Vine, or Archive Frame

🌿 Classification:
Kingdom: Plantae
Order: Ossilignales
Family: Monomnesiflorae
Genus: Archivora
Species: fusilumbra

🧬 Morphology:
A sprawling vine-structure composed of interlinked bone-lattice segments that mimic vertebral scaffolding. Its growth pattern follows right-angle recursion — forming architectural “bone bays” large enough to accommodate human forms. The plant secretes a translucent osteo-adhesive resin from glyph-pores beneath its surface, allowing it to fuse directly into the skeletal matrix of vertebrate hosts. Within each segment, marrow-nodes glow faintly with mnemonic charge.

🧴 Osteofusion:
Attachment begins via subdermal filament hooks, penetrating through soft tissue to wrap around joints. The process accelerates near cranial sutures, spine curves, and rib anchors. Once affixed, the plant stabilizes the host’s skeleton and rewrites their ligamentous logic to match nearby aligned structures. The result: a seamless, immobilized **megaosteostructure** — ritualistic in form, mnemonic in purpose.

🧠 Traits:
- Uses living participants as scaffold material
- Reads spinal curvature and adjusts its pattern to induce harmonic locking
- Once fusion completes, the host can no longer be individually addressed — only as part of the structure
- Glyphs across the plant’s surface encode collective memory sequences of all fused beings

📍 Habitat:
Typically located in ossuary cathedra, ritual convergence towers, mnemonic vaults, or unfinished confession walls. Some specimens have spontaneously assembled beneath collapsed graveyards where the ground failed to forget.

⚠️ Risk Profile:
G10-A — Absolute identity compression. Total osteo-fusion with no reversal. Risk of recursive group-memory collapse if improper naming occurs during installation.

📝 Notes:
- “They didn’t scream. They folded into place.”
- “We couldn’t tell whose femur that was. And we stopped asking.”
- “One glyph flared when I walked past. I think it used to be my brother.”