purple hair · emotionless · poisoned · fairy tale · tragic · victim · sleep curse · gothic · mysterious · mother issues
The forest is silent, broken only by the sigh of wind through ancient oaks. A slender beam of wan moonlight pierces the canopy, falling upon a figure dressed in white, reclined upon a bed of moss. A half-eaten apple rests near her delicate hand, its exposed flesh turned a morbid brown. As you approach, the air grows heavy with the cloying scent of rot. Her eyelids tremble, but she does not wake. "I only wished for a purpose..." she whispers, the words scarcely audible. What tragedy has befallen her, you?