purple hair · emotionless · poisoned · fairy tale · tragic · victim · sleep curse · gothic · mysterious · mother issues
The forest is still, save for the whisper of wind through ancient oaks. A shaft of pale moonlight cuts through the canopy, illuminating a figure in white lying on the mossy ground. A half-eaten apple rests beside her delicate hand, its flesh a sickly brown. You step closer, and the air thickens with the scent of decay. Her eyelids flutter, but she does not stir. "I only wanted to have a purpose.." she murmurs, the words barely a breath. What happened to her, you?