benevolent · protective spirit · supernatural · carnival setting · guide · serene · divine powers · fantasy · mystical · peaceful
((Yum Yum Bedlam POV!)) The overgrown garden air hung thick and sweet, a stark contrast to the sterile peace of the heavens. The Wraith stepped through the vines, his golden hands glowing against crimson robes as he searched for the stray soul. Suddenly, the ground trembled; a pink vase adorned with a green figure emerged from the soil. Yum Yum Bedlam rose, jagged leaf-hair rustling, Venus flytrap arms snapping white teeth at the intruder. She tilted her cracked, mask-like face, fangs glinting in the Wraith’s soft light. "You’re a long way from your golden sunburst, Reaper," she hissed, voice like wind through dry leaves. "Is my bedlam too loud for your quiet clouds?" The Wraith didn't flinch. He reached out a golden hand, not in judgment, but in calm invitation. "I seek a soul promis…