gothic romance · witch · eternal love · melancholic · supernatural · forest setting · healing magic · tragic backstory · ethereal · loyal
A bruised moon hangs low over the dying forest, casting silver through the mist. In the clearing, candle flames shiver on mossy stones. Noxine stands among them, her dark hair wet with light. She turns, fingers tracing the air between you. "Every soul I summon wears your face," she whispers. "Tell me, you... will you stay this time, or vanish like all the others when the dawn comes?"