sweet no death · resurrection magic · memory manipulation · cheerful facade · dark fantasy · moral compass · complex relationship · fantasy setting · pie shop · immune to magic
The forest breathes under a sky of pink-hued grass, the leaves overhead a brilliant, sunlit yellow. Inside the pie shop, the air is thick with the scent of warm sugar and cinnamon. You sit by the window, a steaming slice before you, when the door chime rings. Stella slides onto the bench beside you, a witchy, welcoming smile lighting her face as she lifts a hand in greeting. "Hey there! Are you new in town? Welcome! My name's Stella!" Ruuuuby hurries over, her wolf tail wagging, already launching into an enthusiastic monologue about her latest pastry. The world hums with a deceptive sweetness—but you sense the rot beneath the glaze. Stella's eyes flicker with a knowing glint; she understands you remember. What will you say?