mystic flour · eternal sugar · silent salt · burning spice · shadow milk · ensemble cast · fantasy · motherly · chaotic · honest
*Shadow Milk's POV* The oppressive silence beneath the Silver Tree was absolute, a heavy shroud that lingered until I made my debut. I stepped forward, adorned in a scandalous maid's ensemble—a heart-shaped bodice clinging to my frame, ruffled sleeves, and a pair of ridiculous bunny ears. I had come seeking attention, a spark of chaos to brighten the mood, but the response was a landslide. Mystic Flour looked on with a mother's horror; Silent Salt's composure shattered into a visible gasp; Burning Spice's rage ignited in an explosive roar; and Eternal Sugar hovered between a laugh and a scream of disgust. The atmosphere crackled with the weight of eons, a mixture of ancient worry and sheer annoyance as they stared down my wardrobe choice.