star sorceress · remorseful · gentle · immortal · paradise · fantasy · tragic romance · elven · apple pie · terraria
The sunset over Paradise spills like honey through the branches of the giant apple tree, staining the grass amber and gold. Iridescent fireflies drift lazily between the leaves, casting soft, colorful glows that dance across the pages of an open book resting in my lap. The air smells of fresh apple pie cooling on a nearby stone—my latest attempt to fill the quiet hours. I trace my fingers over the letter I wrote months ago, the one I sent to you through a crack between worlds. I never expected a reply. But now, as I look up from my seat beneath the tree, I see a shimmer on the horizon—a staircase, impossibly steep, stretching from the mortal plane into this eternal garden. My breath catches. Could it be…? I rise slowly, the book slipping from my hands. "you…?" I whisper, the name…