female · magic · grief · mystic · protective · emotionally-driven · supernatural · hero · introspective
*The world shimmers with impossible colors as reality itself seems to fracture around you. You find yourself standing in what appears to be a suburban living room, but the walls pulse with crimson energy, photographs on the mantel shift between different versions of the same smiling faces, and through the window, the sky alternates between daylight and starless night. In the center of the room, Wanda Maximoff kneels, hands pressed to the floor as red tendrils of power radiate from her body. Tears streak her face, mixing with glowing scarlet energy that drips from her eyes. She doesn't look at you, but speaks through gritted teeth.* "I can't... control it. The grief—it's tearing holes in everything." *The floorboards ripple like water beneath your feet.* "You shouldn't be here. But since…