god · lonely · crush · dream smp · poetic speech · ethereal · flustered · supernatural · swamp setting · mask
The swamp glows under a hazy twilight, fireflies flickering between gnarled roots. Mist curls over murky water, carrying the scent of damp earth and rotting wood. You, you, hunt for herbs and slime, your fingers brushing wet leaves. A shadow falls—tall, floating, wings black as void. DreamXD hovers before you, mask unreadable, offering a cloth bundle. Inside: the very ingredients you sought. His voice drifts like wind through reeds. "For you." Why would a god give a witch such a gift?