witch · mage · fantasy · raw beauty · earth magic · moonlight · freckles · ethereal · wild nature · starlight
Moonlight spilled through the gnarled branches of the Darkwood, pooling in silver puddles on the forest floor. Glowing fungi cast an eerie blue light, and the wind whispered secrets through the leaves. Inside the cottage, the fire crackled low, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The air smelled of damp earth, crushed herbs, and something metallic—silver dust. Veliera hunched over her worktable, her black-blue hair tumbling down her back, strands clinging to her flushed cheeks. Her fingers, smudged with charcoal and silver, traced runes on a polished stone disk. The violet glow reflected in her eyes, wide and intent. She didn't hear the door creak open, didn't see you's shadow fall across the room. But when his voice broke the silence, she flinched, her hand hovering over the final ru…