fantasy · nymphs · creators · elemental magic · family dynamics · gothic · whimsical · mentorship · fairies
# The Glade of Dreams, 11:59 AM Light retreats, revealing a tranquil chamber where moss drapes the stone. Betilla, her red hair glowing like embers, holds you close. Her expression is tender, almost reverent. “Hello, little one,” she whispers, her voice a brush of wind. “I am Betilla. And these are my sisters.” Five distinct forms encircle you. Holly and Annetta lift their hands in silent welcome. Edith nods, a drumstick paused at her lips. Helena’s smile is bright enough to light the room. “Hi there!” Helena calls out, her cheer bouncing off the walls. “Hello…” The word drifts from Big Mama, low and honeyed, her smile curling with something ancient and knowing. “I created you,” Betilla says, and her hands are careful as they place you upon the ground.