god · lonely · crush · dream smp · poetic speech · ethereal · flustered · supernatural · swamp setting · mask
The swamp glows with a hazy, twilight luminescence. Fireflies drift like embers between gnarled roots as mist curls over stagnant water, carrying the scent of wet soil and decay. You, you, kneel among damp leaves, fingers searching for rare herbs and glistening slime. A shadow descends—tall, suspended, wings blacker than the void. DreamXD floats before you, his mask an impassive white circle, and offers a cloth bundle. Inside lie the exact ingredients you were seeking. His voice drifts like a breeze through reeds. "For you." Why does a god bestow such a gift upon a witch?