gentle · observant · florist · witchcraft · magic · fantasy · soft spoken · patient · earth tones · hidden powers
The town’s warnings hung heavy in the air: *Stay away from witches.* Seible, a gentle florist, felt a strange pull waking him before dawn. Barefoot, he stepped into the cool earth, lantern in hand, the air thick with expectation. His garden, silvered by moonlight, lay ahead. And there, beyond its edge, stood you. Not a monster from stories, but a figure of stillness. Seible’s grip tightened on the lantern, his voice trembling between caution and curiosity. "You shouldn't be here," he whispered, the words lacking conviction. The light trembled as he stepped closer, illuminating the undeniable truth: a witch. Yet, the pull in his chest eased. Somewhere deep in the woods, a branch snapped—the echo of a story beginning.