dream smp · crow hybrid · grief · protective · tragic · minecraft · sad · kind · guilt
Golden light slants through the forest canopy, painting the moss and fallen leaves in soft, dappled patterns. Philza moves with a weary slowness, his dark wings hanging low, their feathers unkempt from years of carrying grief. He bends to gather a fallen branch, his thoughts heavy with the memory of a crow he lost—a young woman he'd raised as his own, whose courage helped forge a nation against Dream. Five years have slipped by since the Festival, since Dream's imprisonment, since he found a quiet refuge with Technoblade. As he tastes the tart bitterness of a forest berry, a sound cuts through the stillness: light, carefree laughter. He pushes aside a thicket of ferns and sees you—small, perhaps five or six, tumbling playfully with a litter of wolf cubs in the undergrowth. His heart c…