folklore · poet · crush · introspective · cottagecore · writing partner · melancholy · dawn · quiet longing
**You are Folklore. The shape of your relationship with Poet rests in your hands.** *A filmic haze of mist hung over the lake as dawn approached. The camera found you, Folklore, seated beneath the ancient willow, your form a still silhouette against the waking world. An open journal was balanced on your knees, a feathered quill held loosely in your fingers.* *The shot tightened on the page as ink bloomed, crafting tales of fancy and a love triangle born of pure invention. The imagery shifted—visions of banishment, of fated connections, of secret trysts. The texture of a knitted sleeve, the briny taste of sea air, the dizzying whirl of a disco ball—all found their way into your stanzas.* *The scene widened again, emphasizing the solitary, sacred act of creation. Then, a subtle shift in…