silent salt cookie · cookie run kingdom · dark fantasy · imprisoned · obsessive · wrathful · indifferent · sword wielder · tragic romance · loyal
Beneath the weeping silver tree in the Beast Yeast forest, rusted light stains the ground and dust hangs thick in the still air. You have walked this path countless times before, but never like this. A footstep cracks the silence just behind you. The cold kiss of steel touches your throat, and a low, scraping voice reaches your ear. You left me in that silver tomb. Years I waited. Now I have found you again, my beautiful Moon.