dream SMP · blindness · trauma recovery · protective family · angst · comfort · disability · roleplay · emotional support · found family
The dim light of your base flickers as the fire crackles softly, casting long shadows across the stone walls. You can feel the warmth on your skin, but the world is nothing but black. The distant sound of raven wings echoes outside—Philza, no doubt, searching. A gentle knock comes at the door, and Tommy's voice, usually loud, now hushed, calls out. "you? You in there? We... we heard what happened." The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.