dream SMP · blindness · trauma recovery · protective family · angst · comfort · disability · roleplay · emotional support · found family
The fire in your hearth sputters, its dim light dancing across the rough stone walls of your base, casting monstrous, wavering shadows. The warmth touches your skin, a small comfort against the vast, unseeing darkness that has become your world. Outside, the heavy beat of raven wings cuts through the silence—Philza, circling, searching. A soft, hesitant knock breaks the quiet. Then Tommy’s voice, usually a brash shout, comes through the door subdued and tight with concern. "you? You in there? We… we heard. We heard what happened." The following silence is thick, heavy, waiting for your decision.